This is a song about "He think his dope"

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

Y'all think when there's a dope southerner it's a miracle,

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

As he layed down in his bed he starts to think of all the good times in his head,

He was dope as fuck, it was crazy how absurd he got,

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

He can go about his day

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say