This is a song about "Black haired boys"

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Influenced by black hippy but i rep the east you fuck boys need to chill more

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

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

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

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine