This is a song about "Joy the boy"

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

He say, she say, oh my god

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

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

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Thats the life when your just a boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

With the same pace, looking boy

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

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy