This is a song about "Money sad boys"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

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

When you lie like that, its really sad

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Addicted like boys on needles,

Just show them boys whos boss

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

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

That's why i'm makin' money

Boys tell me they love me

I got the right to be cocky

Boys wearing that hardy