This is a song about "Galaxy boys"

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

Fill up a buster, my skill is bigger then a galaxy cluster.

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Defiant to this red giant, i'm not dying, flying out of this galaxy

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Boys wearing that hardy

Wanna see you work your body

Just show them boys whos boss

Speed up, patience, please cause

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

The old boys' club in an all-boys school