This is a song about "Latin boy"

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay lookin' boy

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

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

Little gay-lookin boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due