This is a song about "Crushen on a boy"

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Always on the go the boy never relaxes

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

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

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

The only time i flirt with her

Paper boy make you a believer

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

They like boy wont you get your rest on

Let's kick it on my la-z-boy and throw a fucking crazy show

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window