This is a song about "Indian hill boys"

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Cause some of you bitches funny

Boys tell me they love me

Including fox hill and 27th street

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Im the main one falling down the hill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Been wishing and dreaming sitting believing that i,l come and change with my voice/

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

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill