This is a song about "Bradford boys"

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

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

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

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

Just show them boys whos boss

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

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

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

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

Another dead woman,another bad boys