This is a song about "Whit boy"

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

And take place looking boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Little gay looking boy

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

When i was just a boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

No ray of joyi'm the boy

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts