This is a song about "Its your boy"

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Boy i was taught to get it till its gone

Sadistic boy be realistic i hope these lyrics get under your

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

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

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

So step back boy, your shit is whack

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Right here, its grown man shit boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Cold as ice boy, you best wear your nice blazer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her