This is a song about "Boys givemixed signals"

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Another dead woman,another bad boys

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Search signals planting a panda in ammonium

Parallel on the other side

Lookin at my boys like

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Boys wearing that hardy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Just show them boys whos boss

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys