This is a song about "Fuck boy"

Boy what the fuck, not again, naah, no, not the fuck, fuck a rucus, suck a bus

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

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

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

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

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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