This is a song about "Boys crossing people"

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

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

And i tried to warn you, but you niggas kept crossing over the line

Crossing the lines fillin up a clean sheet

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Boys tell me they love me

Let me rideuntil i get free

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up