This is a song about "Dude i hate"

Jodi reads while michael and i play on line battlefield dude.

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

But it proves to show i can't be the dude that knows

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

I plan to leave scars on you, now don't go crying dude.

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

The kinda dude you hate hoping to mutilate

And no matter what you do, i promise dude

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Its the things that i hate

Cop a car, new estate