This is a song about "Your boys"

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

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

Boys took his brain hostage,

You wonda why they call u bitch

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

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

But i think i like that, just maybe

Boys tell me they love me

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

You bitch boys have your own tab, but i'm running up the check

Cuz damn that boys mighty fine

But that was only one time

She probably had a reason though

Fuck boys just keep envyin , (slow)

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Boys listening wishing to hack me