This is a song about "Rap dude"

I plan to leave scars on you, now don't go crying dude.

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

This dude dil think his rhymes sick?

Small, but you talkin' big

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Who believes that shit you're spittin? fuckin no one dude

I must go like fly route

Dont try to judge me dude

Jodi reads while michael and i play on line battlefield dude.

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Society telling me to not be a sap, dude.

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route