This is a song about "The boiz"

That gyal want mi ride har

Down the street to the car,

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

We have nothing in common

The bigger the the fun

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

X's and o's, you must be the rose

The more battles the better the flows