This is a song about "Baseball with the boys"

Pocket full a coke, but the boys still broke

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

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

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

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

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

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

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

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.