This is a song about "Boys camp"

Trip, and then you never snitch

Boys took his brain hostage,

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

Another dead woman,another bad boys

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

But she forgot about the golden rule

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Addicted like boys on needles,

Thought this was forever love

Fuck boys just keep envyin , (slow)

Call me whatever joe