This is a song about "Indianhill boys"

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

But she forgot about the golden rule

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Boys listening wishing to hack me

Womanizing to say the least

Couple white boys out repping for the east

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

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

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids

Simply out of this world by choice

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