This is a song about "White boys bad"

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Boys tell me they love me

And niggas flashing crazy

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Boys took his brain hostage,

When you fly as a bitch

Riding around with ms. reece and them

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Then you look like a fucking fool