This is a song about "Smithy boy"

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

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

And take place looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

When i was just a boy

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy