This is a song about "Intelligent boy"

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

Judgement is excrement, to understand my vocab you must be intelligent,

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

You need to stay in school and train a much more intelligent mind,

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Development to try make it intelligent, irrelevant. signs of the subject

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy