This is a song about "Good boys"

Throw d's on that bitch

Boys took his brain hostage,

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

Another dead woman,another bad boys

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

Addicted like boys on needles,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

You think i'm so small but actually i'm tough so please fuss up, cause they call

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

Ima let her be by herself in peace