This is a song about "Fuck boy"

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

I'ma be gunning for the success boy fuck the rest i be the best

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Y'all just wanna talk so speed it up fuck boy iont got time

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

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

So what i say boy, is... fuck critics

It's moe, all i need is more chips