This is a song about "German dudes"

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

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Mariah tunes and five flutes

Annoyed with you rapping dudes

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

That means you dudes are losers!

Still got my nike boots

Because me and my dudes..

Just today i was sitting with my dudes

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

She like dudes whit lotto money from

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

In search of my direction, my genre is certain

Shittin' on bitches like my fetishes are german,