This is a song about "Dodge durango"

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Dodge a #punch, upper#cut like #jay #z

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Weed i can't pronounce man

Driving in my dodge ram

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I dodge em like clippers to a hairline that's receding

These tied ends break fast, i dodge bullshit like hurdles

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Then we got out a dodge, like them dukes of hazzard

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word