This is a song about "Banging on boys"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

But gang banging was an absolute calamity

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Boring, trying to write, banging my head, snoring

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

So his boys can keep on beating niggas to get that sugar cane/