This is a song about "Joy the boy"

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

You ain't gotta worry no more

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Thats the life when your just a boy

To keeping up with the same pace lookin', boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy

People riot and destroy, but we ain't done cause we want to destroy

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true