This is a song about "Your boys"

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

My tears fall down my eyes cuz other boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Boys wearing that hardy

Let me rideuntil i get free

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

Fuck boys just keep envyin , (slow)

This prada make me shallow

Loud shit, weird noise

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Addicted like boys on needles,

I’m trying to be like the beatles