This is a song about "Boys with no ryhme and bad swagv"

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

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

That's why i never claimed i was the best

No need to feel bad and repent

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

No beastie boys, i don’t need no license to be ill.

Too bad that dawg is unauthentic all bark with no bite

Whatever you like, it's whatever tonight

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids

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