This is a song about "Cursing at a boy"

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy

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

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy

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

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy

I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer

And served it to the public on a silver platter