This is a song about "Boys are dumb"

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

"you don't need a shrink, son, their ways are dumb".

500 at the villa ain't no problem

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Than the muse of a family

Boys tell me they love me

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Sitting there sipping beer man i my friends are dumb but i love them.