This is a song about "Wild boys"

Next line underneath will explain why my lyrics are wild

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

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

And my kick game beyond crazy

Boys tell me they love me

Money wild i'm on the hunt

She can only live for the moment

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Just show them boys whos boss

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine