This is a song about "Sticking with my boys"

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

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

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys