This is a song about "Rude names"

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Fake rappers know who they are, and i ain’t saying names,

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

So drop the freaking attitude & stop with being mad & rude

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Rain from my game reign, all i see are lame names,

You were like sir that's very rude,

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Rude and the total opposite of before

So don't get pissed if i'm kinda rude.

Pockets probably like fried food

After your names on a tombstone

Please sugar don't come alone

My names not elliot either!

Poke out from behind her