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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

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

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

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

I'm not no saint but still i try to do good and shit where you all can't,

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

How about slinky you can help me dude?

It'll be the good times they remember, not when you shot yourself in the jaw

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Lucifer, you already got stomped dude!!