This is a song about "Randwick boys"

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

They right too cause

Just show them boys whos boss

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

Private plane, my seat recline

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Boys listening wishing to hack me

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

You alter-boys sucking without two front teeth

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

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

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys