This is a song about "Buff black dudes"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Give me a buff & i blind, optic prism to human eyes

Still got my nike boots

Annoyed with you rapping dudes

All you dudes wanna get higher

You is not hip then i can not coach her

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Classic literature buff, used to watch wishbone.

Giving up, is what these dudes outta do

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

My noxious raps lean you dudes with overdoses

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Why act like your two different dudes?

Just today i was sitting with my dudes

And my weed man should just sell flutes