This is a song about "Most boys beat her"

Another dead woman,another bad boys

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

A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Got beat by my mother because i told her a man touched me/

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Just show them boys whos boss

Simply out of this world by choice

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

A dollar and tell her to stop it i don't fuhh with boys like

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Im beat this beat like a light rug,go see my girl give her a tight hug,

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up