This is a song about "Little b boy"

Little gay-lookin boy

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

Little knew the boy, that the guide lied

Cause another innocent died

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Little gay lookin' boy

I don't care when i was a little boy my toys were bombs knives and bitch i even

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him