This is a song about "Your boys"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Boys wearing that hardy

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Loud shit, weird noise

And you're lucky that our boys dragged me off your neck

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Boys took his brain hostage,

Coming back with this shit bitch

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Just show them boys whos boss

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

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

I'm just here to have a good time