This is a song about "Light skinned dudes"

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

And my weed man should just sell flutes

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

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

Still got my nike boots

Annoyed with you rapping dudes

Because me and my dudes..

Mariah tunes and five flutes

I only consider few my true dudes

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Why act like your two different dudes?

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that