This is a song about "Fuckin boys"

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

Until the end if time

Boys took his brain hostage,

And i roast ya bitch

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

My tears fall down my eyes cuz other boys

Simply out of this world by choice

I think found where your mind was

Just show them boys whos boss

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

On they car note to go to the club

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up