This is a song about "Three boys fighting"

But she's not fighting internally, vengeance

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

But i think i like that, just maybe

Boys tell me they love me

Just show them boys whos boss

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

And now that i’m getting money

At the age of fuckin three

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

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

I delete they history

Yo man bars part number three