This is a song about "Boys with bangs"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I stay short with my boys, kick facts an murder this beat with some sick raps,

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

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

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Simply out of this world by choice

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

Changs, give me head, like she bangs

They just wanna dance

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

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Addicted like boys on needles,

On the slow jam of love