This is a song about "Getting side boys"

You got ripped son, from front to back and side to side,

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Time to think about dark side

And you're, approaching me right

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Getting to you like a thorn in your side, full of scorn/

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

But am i less holy

Boys tell me they love me

These shows be packing tight

I need you by my side