This is a song about "My boy be spittin"

Spittin cold lines, my dope mind's truly thinkin,

Fuck you, i'm a subject without my permission

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Get outta my face, looking boy

These harsh words that i be spittin'

First off congratulations on the win

I be spittin the bars,

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy

My shield a paper spittin words like vapor

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Notice how your boy spittin' livin' classy