This is a song about "Crushen on a boy"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

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

On how when you turned a fuck boy and the same day i turned celibate

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

You a bitch nigga shut your mouth boy

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,