This is a song about "Whit boys"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

I think she's probably done with boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Lets come up to my city

Boys listening wishing to hack me

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

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

Just show them boys whos boss

Speed up, patience, please cause