This is a song about "Fuck you mean boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

You need to shhh! keep it down boy

I mean it doesn't explain you

The boa know they loving the crew

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I'll meet you in the sky

Didn't mean to make you cry

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

Another day as i step out the door

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich