This is a song about "Skinny boys"

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig

Can barely walk the city streets

When wearing super skinny jeans.

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Goin skinny dippin', and you know we ain't trippin'

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Boys tell me they love me

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

Simply out of this world by choice