This is a song about "Boys and hotness"

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

And that both of these boys, not men, will eventually pay

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

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

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

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

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

So boys sit back and relax cause you gettin the same shit you gave us