This is a song about "Crushing on a boy"

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

You a bitch nigga shut your mouth boy

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

I ain't talkative neither

Paper boy make you a believer