This is a song about "Personal joy"

Fuck a personal foul, i'm just hurtin' 'em now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

But trust me that makes the joy better

Yeah, ready for whatever

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

With joy a feeling they hadn't has for so long.

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

To further personal gain and interest, and see there's evidence,

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

I'm ill and void, still devoid of a realer joy of pealin' boys

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

I look into her eyes and it brings me joy

But i swear to god my biz bad boy