This is a song about "Indianhill boys"

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Just show them boys whos boss

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Loud shit, weird noise

And its simple as that baby

Boys tell me they love me