This is a song about "Boys and hotness"

I can only imagine

And, boys try to pull a fast one

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

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

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

If we thinking success is only measured by your money