This is a song about "Latin boy"

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Little gay-lookin boy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Lyrics sound like a spasm, like i'm speaking latin,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,