This is a song about "Boys in taylor"

But make sure if they do see

Boys wearing that hardy

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

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

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash