This is a song about "Crushen on a boy"

A name with a vision boy called aspect,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

All this is hard on him too, but he is such a strong boy,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

A boy taken for a goon

You can pick the next room