This is a song about "Hood boys"

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Boys tell me they love me

Fuck fame, fuck money

But now your under a hood

My nigga, no hook

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

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

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints