This is a song about "Life as a richard boy"

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

I get on with my life as a scientist,

M a boy ,make my life unstoppable race...

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Life is just a haze as the days and the nights go

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

She was popular, but i was shy and meek. a boy viewed as weak.

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard