This is a song about "Eric blaha fuck boy"

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

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

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I'ma be gunning for the success boy fuck the rest i be the best

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

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

You fuck her in the ass, oh shit that your boy manny

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

She leave her hair on the floor

But fuck with me, boy, that means war