This is a song about "Fuck boy"

I got soul, there's more in store

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

On how when you turned a fuck boy and the same day i turned celibate

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Now what was the chorus boy, fuck ya here we go