This is a song about "Money boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Little gay lookin' boy

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

Music is money, money isn't music

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

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

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay looking boy