This is a song about "Black guys"

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

To intercept the bad guys intentions.

Just searching for the perfect shot

Black as black like the blacktop/

Her last nigga cheated just like the other guys

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Its the difference between wise men and wise guys

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

Because there ain't no coming back from that

While guys were wastin time credit

We hustle to survive

Fuck the guys, y'all suck, surprise.