This is a song about "Ygb aka young glo boys"

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

Your a rhino, let's see what your prayer avoids

So i gave her this candy stick aka long dick

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

Boys wearing that hardy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Just show them boys whos boss

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

I make this music for the track killers, and when my trumpet sounds,

You reflect in this heart of mine

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I'm itchin from kitchen aids aka hot as fiction maids