This is a song about "Whit boys"

Addicted like boys on needles,

As she goes through the levels

My tears fall down my eyes cuz other boys

Simply out of this world by choice

I emit confusion with my whit i'll have you trippin, help i've sunken

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Boys listening wishing to hack me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

She like dudes whit lotto money from

It's slight blemishes and life system

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school