This is a song about "Rollin with my boys"

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

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

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

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

New school, old school outside

Lookin at my boys like

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

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

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

That's why i shine like i does