This is a song about "Rickson the skinny boy"

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Now i’m getting it everything lavish

Always on the go the boy never relaxes

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.

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

Boy you are skinny, skinnier then a licorice.

Then you smoke a j of weed, and take his kids to the churches

Be yourself, just show me you're real

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal