This is a song about "Ginger boys"

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

You a retarded ginger piss me off ill fuck up your shit

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Boys wearing that hardy

Simply out of this world by choice

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

Your a rhino, let's see what your prayer avoids

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

Another dead woman,another bad boys

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Couple white boys out repping for the east

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids