This is a song about "Dodge truck smoke stacks blowin black"

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

Then some lady named billie holiday

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

They just wanna dance

Cuz i got too many stacks

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Truck fit fuck that hilfiger

Took the van, went snatch her

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap