This is a song about "Sticking with my boys"

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Like i say all the time that lil boys my favorite toy.

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Used to be a kid sticking out my neck for acceptance

Time after time, again and again

So i'm sticking to refining my pen

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty