This is a song about "Me and my boys"

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

So keep fronting till my peeps come

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Trust me boys, that's not "what makes you beautiful"

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

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

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

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

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club