This is a song about "Most boys beat her"

You gone vanished without a sound, her i just found beat her too a clown

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

I think she's probably done with boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

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

Without her i'd be lost..being with her comes at a cost..thoughts of losing her haunt me the most/

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

Another dead woman,another bad boys