This is a song about "The boy"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Always on the go the boy never relaxes

Little knew the boy, that the guide lied

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy