This is a song about "Girls and boys"

You're 'bout to fuckin' meet him, homie, shut up and zip it boys,

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

I want to fill up nightclubs with men and women boys and girls

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Against them boys pushin and shovin you around

They slowly showin they colors

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Im always on the yard like farmers

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,