This is a song about "Black dudes"

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Everyday thinking faster than dudes at jimmy

She like dudes whit lotto money from

Magic city tipping them

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

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

Mariah tunes and five flutes

Annoyed with you rapping dudes

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

These young dudes are gunna wanna be me