This is a song about "Backing boys"

Always strap so i was alright

Lookin at my boys like

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Or backing down, come here slut, let's talk/

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Addicted like boys on needles,

Or closed casket for our troubles

I'm not a but i'm the bitch

Boys took his brain hostage,

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Backing up, like the fool you are jumping in front of a moving truck

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys