This is a song about "Fuckin guys"

I need a backyard full court size

Why didn't i kill those fucking guys..

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

While guys were wastin time credit

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Its the difference between wise men and wise guys

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Her last nigga cheated just like the other guys

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Deceiving the heads with prices. i'm one of the big guys.

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

Guys like ya entering this site

Were running wild tonight