This is a song about "Diss fuck boy"

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Fuck you and your whole street, soulja boy gone bring the heat

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

My lesson is simply testing why the fuck you diss me at all

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

So what i say boy, is... fuck critics

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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