This is a song about "Feared boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

I'm becoming a renegade of what i'm about, nearing what i feared about...

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

When i was just a boy

Its here, the future we feared, this perished atmosphere,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Act as spunky ban-dit/does feared tasks n get flummery my head will be tripping

But if this was a horror movie i'd be the one that's feared

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist