This is a song about "Bloke"

I fucking hate this job

Used to sell dope up on the bloke

An early toke, not a burly bloke, but sturdy folk

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

How the fuck can you call this bitch a bloke

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

The street slang i be speakin in code

And said "you fight like you're some older bloke"

Shit soaked dirt broke fucked bloke, no cloak

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Just a bloke that can't cope with a toke or a bong,

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Listen bloke, i told you first round so turn that smile around and just bounce,

Fucked off to stoke to meet her new bloke

Used to find dope in his coat