This is a song about "Fuck boy"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Fuck you and your whole street, soulja boy gone bring the heat

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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

You fuck her in the ass, oh shit that your boy manny

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you