This is a song about "Dudes"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Why act like your two different dudes?

That means you dudes are losers!

Singing my life with his words

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

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Womanizing to say the least

Shit would have frail dudes deceased

I only consider few my true dudes

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Dudes that bark shit deserve nothing less than pet food

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Giving up, is what these dudes outta do