This is a song about "Getting boys"

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

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

Simply out of this world by choice

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Boys took his brain hostage,

This a roaster, bitch

Could i make you my baby

Boys tell me they love me