This is a song about "Boys camp"

I made a song at camp

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Another dead woman,another bad boys

I'm sure to get rich

Boys took his brain hostage,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Boys tell me they love me

Halfback toss to right

Lookin at my boys like