This is a song about "Black dudes"

Then pass the bong (to who?) oh my crude dudes

Whole crew, roll through, got more green than whole foods

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

These young dudes are gunna wanna be me

And it ain't news that my brews enthuse dudes who abuse booze

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Truthfully, some eye at least

Shit would have frail dudes deceased

Top dropped down, black on black

Try to jack and i will attack