This is a song about "She s with other dudes"

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Along with my other trophy heads

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

As we all play twister with each other...

Annoyed with you rapping dudes

And my weed man should just sell flutes