This is a song about "Dat dude dink"

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Pockets probably like fried food

Like oh yeah thats that dude

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

That he dont even own

Now you's a sick lil dude

I must go like fly route

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

(dude, can i get your autograph?)

It sucks being a broke-ass scrawny little white dude,

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Dont try to judge me dude

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued