This is a song about "Boys n the hood"

But the boys are too stupid to see

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Aye, hold your head homie, look

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Represent for the south, man i rep it for the hood

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Call the crib, same number same hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor