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

Let me rideuntil i get free

Boys wearing that hardy

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

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

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Its global enslavement, they've taken over the nation

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Boys listening wishing to hack me

Rep misses a-u-g-a and now i'm going global/

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys