This is a song about "Stupied boys"

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

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

My tears fall down my eyes cuz other boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

And it wouldn't be a slip to say that i'm into boys

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Boys tell me they love me

I be murdering bars

Just show them boys whos boss