This is a song about "Usef boy diss"

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

And take place looking boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Don't realize this is a diss

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Little gay looking boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

Spit a poem or a diss

Gold bottles, lot of bitches