This is a song about "The omaha boys"

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Couple white boys out repping for the east

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

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

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Bumping heavy d and the boys, still chunky, but funky

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

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Pocket full a coke, but the boys still broke

But you wouldn't be if you never took those steroids

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