This is a song about "Chillen with my boys"

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

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

I stay short with my boys, kick facts an murder this beat with some sick raps,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

My tears fall down my eyes cuz other boys

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

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

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

25 on the bear hoodie, go and tell peta

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you