This is a song about "Dope boys in bricks"

No new kicks or dope hoodie to hide in my shame,

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

So much dope all in the back cant even fit in a truck

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

I just know i'm that dope

Used to find dope in his coat

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

Think about it in the mean time i'm a smoke this dope,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

So like i said before don't act a fool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school