This is a song about "Hanging with da boys"

The art of mcing mixed with da vinci and mc ren

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

And my nuts stay hanging

Bun b, i’m underground king

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

You better throw it back cause hanging with a real one aint never free

My boys bail me out cause they got a special bond with me

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Best friends with da game you are still a guest,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

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

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

Lord i love you forever, and i shall respect ye