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

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 i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

The issue with that shit is that i don't give a fuck

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

That's why you'll find her on the floor

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

Everything i was once sure about was now skepticism and doubt

What i'm tryna say is that battier's a gay boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Rapping hard as fuck like the tusk of a mammoth is

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