This is a song about "Willy the boy"

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

Little knew the boy, that the guide lied

Real nigga, street certified

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Always on the go the boy never relaxes

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

To keep up with the same pace looking boy