This is a song about "Jakes a little boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Little gay lookin' boy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

About a little boy but i warn you it's gory

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

After i saw his body, i swear i was gonna hurl

No rhyme can save this little boy or girl

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Boy get off your so called little lady,

But i think i like that, just maybe