This is a song about "The blond boy"

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

You see, i spawn flows on these blond hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Always on the go the boy never relaxes

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

To keep up with the same pace looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ