This is a song about "Boys so rude"

Rude and the total opposite of before

And there's little to be glad for

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

So boys sit back and relax cause you gettin the same shit you gave us

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Keep your mouth locked, shut and glued am i rude

Boys tell me they love me

Hey, must be the money