This is a song about "Boys and relationships"

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

The mean streets, water flows through vessels, and relationships,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

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

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Against them boys pushin and shovin you around

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

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

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Hired the whole family like mobsters