This is a song about "Killer boy"

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

I have no killer degree, cause

And mine somewhere bout mars

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,