This is a song about "My boy"

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Cos at my altitude i'm not a shitty boy

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got those

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

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

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

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