This is a song about "This little boy"

I don't care when i was a little boy my toys were bombs knives and bitch i even

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

He was a happy little boy till the day that it all fell,

About a little boy but i warn you it's gory

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

About a little boy but i warn you it's gory

Evidence shades man they go for six forty

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy