This is a song about "Florida boy"

No ray of joyi'm the boy

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

That's how it went down in california then i've moved to florida

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Hot like florida sand bitch

Rapping fast like a florida tornado

Be the first to blast remember kato

Little gay lookin' boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy