This is a song about "Bradford boys"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Couple white boys out repping for the east

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

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

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Boys listening wishing to hack me

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Welcome to organized crime

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice