This is a song about "Gangsta boys"

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Purple drank that gangsta lean

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

He turned into your everyday gangsta

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

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

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

Boys tell me they love me

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

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

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys