This is a song about "Boys with bangs"

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

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Loud shit, weird noise

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free