This is a song about "Quakers"

We split the ends in the middle with a bit of friends

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

One day i browsed on fire fox, for cheap ways to get higher pot

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

Am aiming for the light

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

To carry 'em softly, not any of my friends stayed there,

Balls deep in this evil device, meeting his sweet demise

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

You're in another crack house drinking,

They slowly showin they colors

Lil j in the house fuckas

Try being what someone wants you to be, messes with your psychiatry/

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,