This is a song about "2 white boys fuck bitches"

The boys fuck a chorus this shit goes hard fuckin with a beast turn a lady i

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass