This is a song about "Little rich boy"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

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

No rhyme can save this little boy or girl

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay lookin' boy

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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

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

Little gay-lookin boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy