This is a song about "Love the boy"

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

I'm not moving like a cartoon

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.

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

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Boy, boy fuck the chorus for now, fuck man, you'll have to bring yo' muhfuckin ears out

Shoot me with a gun but you're too fucking fun, giving u a cute pout

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

Shout out them strippers who hustle