This is a song about "The boy you like"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Not thinkin bout the boy that you dropped off in hell.

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

For a little boy like you who goes to his mommy and makes a fuss

She went over to the boy and asked him are you okay

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

They like boy wont you get your rest on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

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