This is a song about "Big boys"

Welcome to organized crime

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

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

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

But make sure if they do see

Boys wearing that hardy

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids

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