This is a song about "Gemma boyne"

When i was just a boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy

From ireland but i'll land, running

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Awkward kid in need of a mom who cared/ dressed like a boy

Thats the life when your just a boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

You a bitch nigga shut your mouth boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Opposites attract, boy to girl that's a fact

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column