This is a song about "Girls and boys"

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Bumping heavy d and the boys, still chunky, but funky

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

That try to chase these skirts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

And you're lucky that our boys dragged me off your neck

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

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

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Against them boys pushin and shovin you around

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out