This is a song about "Milky boys"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Boys took his brain hostage,

And the 9th is on the track bitch

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

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

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

Shootin past the sun, outta the milky way unlike any rocket

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Just show them boys whos boss

And i'm still hurtin over pops