This is a song about "Sticking with my boys"

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

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

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Used to be a kid sticking out my neck for acceptance

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

I stay short with my boys, kick facts an murder this beat with some sick raps,

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem