This is a song about "Banging on boys"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

Always knew where the pot was

Just show them boys whos boss

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

You know that love is a very serious thing

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store