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

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

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

And a way to go from your label everyday lookin', boy

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

And please never disrespect my set

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Paper boy make you a believer

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for