This is a song about "Me and the boys"

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Against them boys pushin and shovin you around

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

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

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

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

Bumping heavy d and the boys, still chunky, but funky

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And you're lucky that our boys dragged me off your neck

And, boys try to pull a fast one

Cold world no blanket son