This is a song about "Rap dude"

You just can't beat me dude,

Pockets probably like fried food

What if you grew up as louisiana gutter trash dude?

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

You should be with some other dude

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

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Society telling me to not be a sap, dude.

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

It sucks being a broke-ass scrawny little white dude,