This is a song about "Beastie boys"

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Addicted like boys on needles,

She can make a pimp fall in love

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Lookin at my boys like

Jungle fever for the night

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

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

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

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

No beastie boys, i don’t need no license to be ill.

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still