This is a song about "Old dude"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

So dude you can step back

(dude, can i get your autograph?)

Cause you're most likely to crash

Leave that other fucking dude

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Then those bitches who grew old.

Hand to hand in the cold

And all you cute

Now you's a sick lil dude

So i banged for a minute

Like oh yeah thats that dude

Dont try to judge me dude

I must go like fly route