This is a song about "To my boy tony"

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Now you better obey, imma pass it to my boy j

Opposites attract, boy to girl that's a fact

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

Even helped my boy along

You need to shhh! keep it down boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Cos at my altitude i'm not a shitty boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Got shit dropped out, don't recoup

Playng baseball with my boy tube

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

And a way to go from your label everyday lookin', boy