This is a song about "Boys homes"

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Police be barging into homes but that's rude

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Simply out of this world by choice

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Gettin' dumb and dumber, you a brute, homes?

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

Another dead woman,another bad boys