This is a song about "Me and my boys"

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Boys tell me they love me

Fuck that now trying get the money

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Fuck your rumor i'm back, me and my boys making this a camaraderie

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

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

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

All my real motherfuckin partners

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Until my flesh hardened so pardon