This is a song about "The boy you like"

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

Leave your inhibitions here

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

Your boy like: "i'm the one who showed you," he want his percentage

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

If you disagree, boy , imma act like muhfuckin toaster and roast ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy