This is a song about "Gaming with the boys"

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

I do love mind gaming

I was born to do the damn thing

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

So narrow brained get wise boys, but not to the point

I swear they think i'm crazy

But the boys are too stupid to see

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Pocket full a coke, but the boys still broke