This is a song about "Dead boy"

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Boom! now that she is dead

Code red, which means you go red

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

That's all they say looking boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!