This is a song about "Buff black dudes"

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

All you dudes wanna get higher

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

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

I only consider few my true dudes

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Giving up, is what these dudes outta do

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

She like dudes whit lotto money from

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them