This is a song about "My boy"

Now you better obey, imma pass it to my boy j

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

And all women who had light features, see

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

My whip so dope boy it's crack

Giving em my brain ima get a concussion boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Seen the how-to video now he on point

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