This is a song about "3 dudes with a pug"

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

A kubali khan kinda don, choosing dudes to be done in

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Start out with 3 bottles and the rest was a blur.

Wait, a level 3 has you salty?

Evidence shades man they go for six forty

I went from having a 2bit, 3 man crew,

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you