This is a song about "Her with my boy xavy"

Git out my face looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I put aside my cane and i'm flirting with her

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

And she's the type to booby trap my penis with her cleavage

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Playng baseball with my boy tube

Even helped my boy along

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Your bitch wanted cash, get her, know i'm around boy

Why do you have to ruin my time when im with her,

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

Get outta my face, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy