This is a song about "Murkin dudes"

Shit would have frail dudes deceased

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Im gettin closer to my closure, murkin you was such a pleasure.

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

Bring your whole goons of dudes

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Everyday thinking faster than dudes at jimmy

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots