This is a song about "The great boys"

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

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

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

//me and great the king slayer

Go 'head and hate me hater

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

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

So narrow brained get wise boys, but not to the point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint