This is a song about "Ak47 boys"

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Just show them boys whos boss

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Boys listening wishing to hack me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Boys wearing that hardy

They say nothings ever free

Another dead woman,another bad boys

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

A twenty somethin cup

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.