This is a song about "Fake dudes"

Then pass the bong (to who?) oh my crude dudes

Whole crew, roll through, got more green than whole foods

All up in her backspace like a delete button

Making dudes look like clowns in comparison.

Bring your whole goons of dudes

Mariah tunes and five flutes

I only consider few my true dudes

And my weed man should just sell flutes

She like dudes whit lotto money from

Shit, we don't believe none of them

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Giving up, is what these dudes outta do

Even though she make it hard for me to see you