This is a song about "Eric blaha is a fuck boy"

I'm not moving like a cartoon

A boy taken for a goon

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

You ain't gotta worry no more

Boy, boy fuck the chorus for now, fuck man, you'll have to bring yo' muhfuckin ears out

Someone's missing out in the crowd, momma's out there shouting i made it, yelling so proud

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

Life is like a pair of dice and boy do i love gambling

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

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

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy