This is a song about "Joy the boy"

But trust me that makes the joy better

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

To keeping up with the same pace lookin', boy

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

No ray of joyi'm the boy

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

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door