This is a song about "Whit boy"

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay lookin' boy

Little gay looking boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay looking boy

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

She like dudes whit lotto money from

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hohoho merry cristmas little boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

When i was just a boy