This is a song about "Boys are gross"

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Addicted like boys on needles,

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

Cause he just came home off of bid

Oh gross! she just had her period

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints