This is a song about "Fall out boy"

Tramps everywhere today i told you boy i didn't want an enemy bust my rhyms out against

Speaking of chest,i got a knive that could breach in your vest right after your preaching your best

He helps me when i fall

Make sure to give them my all

Git out my face looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch - i'm 'bout to fall

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

For crying out loud im just a white boy