This is a song about "Beastie boys"

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

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

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

Private plane, my seat recline

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

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

Boys listening wishing to hack me

They say i talk like im god body