This is a song about "Young glory boys"

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

I think she's probably done with boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Glory to god he is the key

We got money to go get baby

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Loud shit, weird noise

Just show them boys whos boss

And i'm still hurtin over pops