This is a song about "Joy the boy"

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

Of finding myself as an individual

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

Been running around trying find a job

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

With the same pace, looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

To keep up with the same pace looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

I look into her eyes and it brings me joy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

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

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.