This is a song about "Cottage grove boys"

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Boys listening wishing to hack me

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

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

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

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Chasing myself, im in the grove its how i let loose, now i fit the shoes

Addicted like boys on needles,

And i need you to show me love

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool