This is a song about "Fucck your rap hawaiian boy"

And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

You a bitch nigga shut your mouth boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Your my bad boy i'll love you till i die

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Crystal clear zoned mirror , need please on knees deplete destroy

And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

And a way to go from your label everyday lookin', boy

Boy you will get your ass kicked

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift