This is a song about "Milky boys"

Higher than the milky way as i reside in outer space

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Boys listening wishing to hack me

I swear they think i'm crazy

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

On they car note to go to the club

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

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

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

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

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice