This is a song about "We them boys"

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

When we bring out them choppers, you gonna have heart attack.

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Just show them boys whos boss

We revolve towns burning them down.

He won't sit down, given the crown

Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

De la soul is from the soul

We have to make them pay the tole

We get hit w/ them double standards,

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors