This is a song about "Three boys fighting"

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Boys tell me they love me

Let me mine you until your vagina is wet enough and fill your mind with pleasant thoughts

Three of my boys i failed to protect , one word springs to mind , man kind , calls

Been wishing and dreaming sitting believing that i,l come and change with my voice/

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

Keep fighting , keep believing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Just show them boys whos boss

I be murdering bars

But she's not fighting internally, vengeance

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

If you ain't about money

Yo man bars part number three