This is a song about "We dont need boys"

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

I dont need to get to further detail/

Theres no need you dont need the attention

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

Rack, rack city shit

We dont fuck with generic

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

We dont got our shirts scrunched

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Thanks but i dont really need your diagnosis

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

We dont wanna hear u sing

We them boys that glow without gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

So i dont need any management with it

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit