This is a song about "Boys ain t right"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Just show them boys whos boss

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops