This is a song about "Mood rude good"

And me my momma was always in a very bad mood

All my niggas get together to gather loot

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Rappers act rude cuz they wanna start feuds

Rude and the total opposite of before

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

But things don't look true, we gotta pull through, without poor mood,

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

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

So drop the freaking attitude & stop with being mad & rude

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Police be barging into homes but that's rude

Keep your mouth locked, shut and glued am i rude

But radio ain't trying to follow suit