This is a song about "Me and my boys"

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

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

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

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

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Which you know i'm different, right

Lookin at my boys like

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.