This is a song about "Boys are jerks"

And panned out, i'm all in love

Addicted like boys on needles,

Summertime in the city

Boys tell me they love me

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

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

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

Let me put my funk on this one time

Been wishing and dreaming sitting believing that i,l come and change with my voice/

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys

What them tippers don't see

Boys wearing that hardy