This is a song about "Indianhill boys"

Just show them boys whos boss

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Fuck boys just keep envyin , (slow)

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

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

Another dead woman,another bad boys

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice