This is a song about "Little boy"

He was a happy little boy till the day that it all fell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

And boy they did flock; can't believe this little hick locked

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Little knew the boy, that the guide lied

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

About a little boy but i warn you it's gory

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens