This is a song about "Boys bags and shoes"

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

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

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

And everybody's having sex

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

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

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Maybe i should pack my bags and go