This is a song about "Girls and boys"

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

I'm ill and void, still devoid of a realer joy of pealin' boys

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

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