This is a song about "Boys style"

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Try to get wit my style

I never smiled as a juvenile

Finally finna find a child's style

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

Bitch i'm on fire

They just hated my style,

Boys tell me they love me

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

The old boys' club in an all-boys school