This is a song about "Yellow boy"

You pay your favorite stripper car note

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Commence like dick costello, penants rise blue n yellow

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Make you see red orange yellow like its autumn

Like a fiend off the best rock

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked