This is a song about "My boy darhie"

Pushing my screaming boy into it

You, you, you have to pay for that

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

Playng baseball with my boy tube

We'll meet back and regroup

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

A decoy, my raps'll leave you trapped in defeat boy

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

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