This is a song about "Judge me dude"

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Dont judge me till your perfect

Oh my dude, the heist got me shook,

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

People always judge me by my appearance not what my life's like

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

My name is in your title, dang, you tryin to promote me dude?

But the judge ignores me, thinking i've absorbed a malice/

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

I got enough enemies on my list though so don't even look at me dude

Emcees love to fuckin' judge me until they're laid to rest,

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast