This is a song about "Sticking with my boys"

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

So i'm sticking to refining my pen

Gets harder than rihanna when

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My boys bail me out cause they got a special bond with me

Sticking y'all and hitting raw with liquid swords, give me more,

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

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

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

Taking advice and sticking up my anus, good gracious

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Used to be a kid sticking out my neck for acceptance