This is a song about "De igner boyz"

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Stuck on stupid all you boyz aint on my level you've been executed my flow got you wounded

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Go ahead miley approves its okay go ahead and show the boyz how us girls act,

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile