This is a song about "Baseball with the boys"

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

I think she's probably done with boys

Simply out of this world by choice

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

Never seen you as lyrical

Boys oink like you in the middle

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

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