This is a song about "Computer dudes"

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Bring your whole goons of dudes

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

And my computer i'm a square shooter so most of these

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

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

Because me and my dudes..

Mariah tunes and five flutes

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

That means you dudes are losers!

All you dudes wanna get higher

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

She like dudes whit lotto money from

For the outlawz, here we come