This is a song about "Joy the boy"

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Been running around trying find a job

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

With the same pace, looking boy

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

Believe me i'mma be your god

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Not relying on the light no more

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy