This is a song about "I miss my boys"

My tears fall down my eyes cuz other boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

Shotgun in the drop made a right

Lookin at my boys like

I stay short with my boys, kick facts an murder this beat with some sick raps,

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

Memories of my little sister but she's gone and i miss her.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I miss my cable tv