This is a song about "Banging on boys"

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

Banging my flag on left side,be repping that west side,thats that best side

I probably body you on instagram banging and bluffing

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

And run with motherfuckin' crews banging, controllin' blocks,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys

She glided the blade across her wrist she hears banging on the door,

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

And i can't help but stare, cause

Just show them boys whos boss