This is a song about "Black dudes"

Me and justin back and forth though we're different dudes,

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

And it ain't news that my brews enthuse dudes who abuse booze

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

I was showed da moves, schooled by the olda dudes.

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

My noxious raps lean you dudes with overdoses

All you dudes wanna get higher

Took the van, went snatch her

Black as black like the blacktop/

So get them ends hot