This is a song about "Light skinned dudes"

They're all light skinned barely breathing

But he don't rule a thing

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Giving up, is what these dudes outta do

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

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

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

He's a skinned chicken full of lies prepped for sacrifice