This is a song about "Fake dudes"

I only consider few my true dudes

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Because me and my dudes..

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Why act like your two different dudes?

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Me and my dudes we ballin

She all on my skin

And all women who had light features, see

Everyday thinking faster than dudes at jimmy

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

My noxious raps lean you dudes with overdoses

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

And it ain't news that my brews enthuse dudes who abuse booze