This is a song about "Its your boy"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Uhhhh pay attention to each line boy...its like i stabbed u in the eye...do you

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

You a bitch nigga shut your mouth boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

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

So step back boy, your shit is whack

Try to jack and i will attack

Boy i was taught to get it till its gone

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

Right here, its grown man shit boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ