This is a song about "Gangsta boys"

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Cause that muthafucker is the definition of gangsta

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Speed up, patience, please cause

Just show them boys whos boss

Summertime in the city

Boys tell me they love me

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

Thinks he's a gangsta but he's a disease

Everything ain't what it seems