This is a song about "Ethan roy"

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

Young roy the fuckin man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Its young roy bitch i don't need no introduction

Is young roy baby up and coming

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Young roy to another nigga

The science and the art, africa

You saw roy with his head between two breasts,

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Young roy be stunting , liars steady running