This is a song about "The omaha boys"

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Couple white boys out repping for the east

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

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

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

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

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

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

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