This is a song about "Frat boy"

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

And take place looking boy

Little gay looking boy

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

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

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Little gay-lookin boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Get outta my face, looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

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

When i was just a boy