This is a song about "Rude boy"

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Police be barging into homes but that's rude

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

Convinvin me that its rude i was fuckin stu-