This is a song about "Boys that rap"

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

I can't seem to get a rap that suits my rap style

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys

We forever be real, we'll never fold

We them boys that glow without gold

There you lyin’ a rhyme

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

Code red, which means you go red

That rap is mostly dead/

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

That you call the rap game