This is a song about "That boy"

Everybody says that i won't be no one, boy are they wrong!

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Now the boy says that he don't need a dad

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

Little knew the boy, that the guide lied

I be on some other shit

Oooh that boy tmac he murkin it

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

And yea right if you think that your a bad boy

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Boy would come back because she forgave that

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Up in my new two door