This is a song about "Beastie boys"

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

But check out how i roll mine

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Lookin at my boys like

Cause another innocent died

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

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