This is a song about "Boys drugs and parties"

Simply out of this world by choice

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

Part of me though, is searching for answers

I'm a son of a gun

And, boys try to pull a fast one

I remember all the block parties, music, and the robberies,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

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

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks