This is a song about "Dude you re not good"

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Dude, no girl would dig you, not even if your dick grew

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

But thats not good enough for you

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

You just can't beat me dude,

I kill your rep, good luck to re build it,

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

So before i go, you should harvest food

You should be with some other dude

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead