This is a song about "Boys on the beat"

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

And when you spit on the beat,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

When you spitting on the beat imagine your #writing a #speech