This is a song about "Eric blaha fuck boy"

Boy what the fuck, not again, naah, no, not the fuck, fuck a rucus, suck a bus

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

He's not superman, he's eric bischoff playing the jester

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Whore momy that i didnt do it, plus boy, i can say words, you couldnt even fuck one

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic