This is a song about "Julio the boy i like"

The boy will be bound to go home thinking "what did i just get involved with?"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

No ray of joyi'm the boy

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Tell me who's in control? not julio

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Ya boy, i never quit, this is just the fuckin beginnin of my apocalypse of lyrics

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

That boy dil flip more meat than the mcdonalds i was workin at

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Golden, just like pony boy i will stay.

I make forty-some dollars a day