This is a song about "Gadder the boy"

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

To keep up with the same pace looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

To keeping up with the same pace lookin', boy

Always on the go the boy never relaxes

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

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

Boy, boy fuck the chorus for now, fuck man, you'll have to bring yo' muhfuckin ears out

Mike, you think i'll mike out/ but i got you bank account, what do you doubt/

He say, she say, oh my god

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot