This is a song about "Coy"

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

Ain’t no crime, i can only catch the coy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

I only catch the coy

Columbus, holla at ya boy

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

I should have known from the start boy