This is a song about "Ginger boys"

I know you're mad, but so what

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

Addicted like boys on needles,

All we need is convienient love

You got to have your game tight

Lookin at my boys like

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

Another dead woman,another bad boys

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

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

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

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