This is a song about "Chillen with my boys"

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

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice

My tears fall down my eyes cuz other boys

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

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Tellin all my boys "ey you heard of wiz khalifa?"

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

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

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,