This is a song about "Tough dudes"

I only consider few my true dudes

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Just today i was sitting with my dudes

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Giving up, is what these dudes outta do

And people call me a user, but i want you

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

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

I still got my nike boots

Because me and my dudes..

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

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

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

So many problems inside pretending to stand tough

Bread in pain yet told to be tough

Mama always told me i’d be famous