This is a song about "Boys lying"

So like i said before don't act a fool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

But they ask me,is that piece real or are you lying?

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

She say she tired of lying

You don’t like my shit, you must be lying,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring