This is a song about "Baseball with the boys"

The boys fuck a chorus this shit goes hard fuckin with a beast turn a lady i

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

Been wishing and dreaming sitting believing that i,l come and change with my voice/

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Hit it like a baseball then skip around the bases.

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys