This is a song about "Bad dude"

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Their daily dose of soul food, whose that dude?

Like oh yeah thats that dude

I must go like fly route

Pockets probably like fried food

Leave that other fucking dude

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

So i banged for a minute

Dont try to judge me dude

In comparison to you, i'm a millionaire, dude

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute