This is a song about "Getting boys"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

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

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Boys listening wishing to hack me

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Loud shit, weird noise

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

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

When you fly as a bitch

Boys took his brain hostage,

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

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise