This is a song about "My twin boys toob and fly"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

My tears fall down my eyes cuz other boys

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Fuck your rumor i'm back, me and my boys making this a camaraderie

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

I shine like something in the sky

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

So i might find when it's my time and my fly rhymes have a byline

It's not making sense to you right now but

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,