This is a song about "Rollin with my boys"

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

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

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

I hit your block and we can box for fun

My tears fall down my eyes cuz other boys

Simply out of this world by choice

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Ive been rollin with my hands

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

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice