This is a song about "My love joy"

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

I drive that all around

Yea your gna love my sound

But trust me that makes the joy better

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

The race war, when it's us against all of them

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

I wouldn't be famous

Baseball is my first love

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

To become a demon, reamin joy from everybody,

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Beaming all joy down to hell as if my name was scotty.