This is a song about "Kentavious morgan young glo boys"

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

Third ward general, young cash money

Boys listening wishing to hack me

Just show them boys whos boss

And i can't help but stare, cause

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

Westside, bitch i run mine

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Boys tell me they love me

Could i make you my baby

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

My tears fall down my eyes cuz other boys