This is a song about "All american boys"

Boys tell me they love me

But i think i like that, just maybe

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

You feel it from your head to your toes

And american music shows.

I just call it …remember all the dough

All these boys screaming ,girl just drop it low

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Bitch got all them booty shots

Just show them boys whos boss

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Like i say all the time that lil boys my favorite toy.

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy