This is a song about "Dark skinned men"

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

They'll never become better men

Had to wear the 13's with them

I had never fit in with the men.

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

And this will be the song that we sing

They're all light skinned barely breathing

Sat back skinned up its just another lazy day

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Just searching for the perfect shot

After dark, one more to chalk