This is a song about "Jersey boy"

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy