This is a song about "Clay boys"

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

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

Boys tell me they love me

I delete they history

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

You wonda why they call u bitch

Boys took his brain hostage,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool