This is a song about "Boys"

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

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

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

Boys took his brain hostage,

And the 9th is on the track bitch

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

I'm running out of time

Another dead woman,another bad boys

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Boys wearing that hardy

Smoking on a marley