This is a song about "Gay dudes"

I was showed da moves, schooled by the olda dudes.

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

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

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Sign on my dick that say

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

I only consider few my true dudes

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

My noxious raps lean you dudes with overdoses

And still got my nike boots

Bring your whole goons of dudes