This is a song about "Joy the boy"

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens

My city's culture to the game now in existence

To keeping up with the same pace lookin', boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

But trust me that makes the joy better

And i just want to hold her

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Always on the go the boy never relaxes