This is a song about "Philly boy"

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

And take place looking boy

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Born in cal but my heart is philly, can you feel me?

It gettin chilly back in philly so i grabbed me the gin/

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy