This is a song about "Weed partying boys"

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Silly bitches gon' follow

Fuck boys just keep envyin , (slow)

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

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

This is the truth partying so hard that smoke comes out from the roof

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Loud shit, weird noise

Wait barbies arnt for boys,