This is a song about "Big boys"

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

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

Boys tell me they love me

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Lookin at my boys like

And now these hoes are on my line

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

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

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

And i roast ya bitch

Boys took his brain hostage,