This is a song about "My boy darhie"

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

What's that michael, wow my boy said that he thinks you're queer

But i'm a lazy boy but there's change in my lining

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Your my bad boy i'll love you till i die

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Get outta my face, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Turn rappaholic boy i got my cashflow

People riot and destroy, but we ain't done cause we want to destroy

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin' boy

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy

Round & round/ town boy/ but my pops is from detroit\

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed