This is a song about "Most boys beat her"

Loud shit, weird noise

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Just show them boys whos boss

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I stay short with my boys, kick facts an murder this beat with some sick raps,

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

Most say i cut her, but few remember i loved her

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

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

Or left with her mother, to beat him before the strangle him,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys