This is a song about "Randwick boys"

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

I stay lonely and cocky

Boys wearing that hardy

Boys tell me they love me

I be gettin' money

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Boys listening wishing to hack me

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

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

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys