This is a song about "Suckers"

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Don't lie to my face and call me dope, other suckers

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Like you suckers talking loud dressin' shoddy

But these suckers are fakers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Ain't got love for actor suckers and gay lover

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth