This is a song about "My boy julio"

Now move back over here to the right

Your my bad boy you dont need to hide

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Get outta my face, looking boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Giving em my brain ima get a concussion boy

She said.......boy take my pussy an start poppin it,

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

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

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

And all women who had light features, see