This is a song about "Indianhill boys"

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

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

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

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

Loud shit, weird noise

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Just show them boys whos boss

Always knew where the pot was

I think she's probably done with boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Couple white boys out repping for the east

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Fuck boys just keep envyin , (slow)

I'm rolling down the window