This is a song about "Boys ain t right"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

My reign lulu's son shine

You don;t thin anymore

So fuck em' all

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

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

And daddy's in the cadillac

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Addicted like boys on needles,

On the slow jam of love