This is a song about "Raisin boy"

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I'm raisin hell like you when chasin a chocolate parakeet

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Go play with your sex toy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

Remember me cause im the a survivor of the hell raisin grounds/