This is a song about "Having sex with boys"

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

But we jus maintain with faint thoughts of having better pain

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like

You just another dumb hoe with some sex appeal

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

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

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north