This is a song about "Jakes a little boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

Little gay-lookin boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Boy get off your so called little lady,

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Little boy with that rhyme scheme, i don't think you'll get far.

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens

Little gay looking boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy