This is a song about "Kicked it with the boys with the rum"

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

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

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

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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Ask the boys i'm right it was non stop

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

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

A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

So i bet him till he's dead with a bottle of rum