This is a song about "Stank boys"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

They gotta point em out baby

Boys listening wishing to hack me

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Always stay ahead of these stank hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Good kids make bad grown ups

Addicted like boys on needles,