This is a song about "Lost boys"

Lookin at my boys like

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Been wishing and dreaming sitting believing that i,l come and change with my voice/

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

Boys listening wishing to hack me

We got money to go get baby

My tears fall down my eyes cuz other boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Addicted like boys on needles,

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys