This is a song about "Rap dude"

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

What if you grew up as louisiana gutter trash dude?

Dont try to judge me dude

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Cause dishonesty is not my of my pathology, modesty is dude,

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

(dude, can i get your autograph?)

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

How about slinky you can help me dude?

You should be with some other dude

So i banged for a minute

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack