This is a song about "Little rich boy"

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

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

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

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

Little boy with that rhyme scheme, i don't think you'll get far.

I don't care what it did to them

Hey little boy, im back again

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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

After i saw his body, i swear i was gonna hurl

No rhyme can save this little boy or girl

Little gay-lookin boy

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.