This is a song about "Boys are hot"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

It sends her on a trip so right

Lookin at my boys like

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Life's tough, ya hot some patches that are rough

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

The turntables are hot, and then a see a new mic,

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

But the boys are too stupid to see

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty