This is a song about "I got my boy"

I got my drink, i got my music

I move aim, hit 'em and final flip

My hopes and all my wishes

I got my crown for this

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Get outta my face, looking boy

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

Who ya got left to congregate deploy activate decoy

Playng baseball with my boy tube

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

You fags know; boy, i got toys, ain't talking 'bout hasbro

I don't care when i was a little boy my toys were bombs knives and bitch i even

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him