This is a song about "Boys"

What, what ... project shit what

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

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

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

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Boys took his brain hostage,

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys