This is a song about "Your boy"

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

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

They like boy wont you get your rest on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Boy you will get your ass kicked

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy

Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy

I can tell you that this tape

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Fuck you and your whole street, soulja boy gone bring the heat

Thats the life when your just a boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Boy, your a child's toy, go make a human centipede there.

Everybody put three fingers in the air