This is a song about "Sticking with my boys"

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

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

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

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

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

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

Lookin at my boys like

Show me that it's alright

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

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

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

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy