This is a song about "Dude i m nice"

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Don't tail me, nah i won't play nice

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

(dude, can i get your autograph?)

You could ask her ass, i would dash and laugh