This is a song about "Willy the boy"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

The white boy dissing you till the peel breaks of the snake

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

Not relying on the light no more

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot