This is a song about "Boys bags and shoes"

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

On the bible you can run

And, boys try to pull a fast one

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Against them boys pushin and shovin you around

We on another level, i'm bout to pull that porsche out