This is a song about "Sad boys"

Twista finna get up on the track

When you lie like that, its really sad

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

I was angry and sad

No car key and i mean that

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Boys took his brain hostage,

Trip, and then you never snitch

Boys listening wishing to hack me

You be get up on this fly shit baby