This is a song about "Young boys"

Been wishing and dreaming sitting believing that i,l come and change with my voice/

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

Just show them boys whos boss

And i'm still hurtin over pops

No it ain't easy

Boys tell me they love me

But she forgot about the golden rule

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

You don't mess with 12, my boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

I'm just trying to find a chick that's flier than my prior bitch

Boys listening wishing to hack me

You see now that nigga lonely