This is a song about "Latin boy"

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

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

And take place looking boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Little gay looking boy