This is a song about "Sticking with my boys"

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

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

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

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

Sticking my dick in a purse, cuz i love fucking with cash

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

While my boys crack the beer i sniff the gear

We put a wreath on niggas' career