This is a song about "We them boys"

To hold evil in a submission until we have them

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Tell them niggas we coming

You should be running

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

We revolve towns burning them down.

We got the lyrics, we get the dissing, 'n we killed them bitches

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Let them feel the fame we have gained

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Send them niggas, they gone listen like we wired up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Oh thats right we left them in the oven

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon