This is a song about "Fuck boy"

Whore momy that i didnt do it, plus boy, i can say words, you couldnt even fuck one

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

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

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

You ain't gotta worry no more

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch