This is a song about "Rude stuff"

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

You all act like gangsta but afraid to be rude

Rappers act rude cuz they wanna start feuds

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

And panned out, i'm all in love

More lube, squeeze this mother fucking tube, [ehehehe] im so fucking rude,

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Mouth filled up with my sticky stuff

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

I'm the bees knees, but got called a dude, so rude.

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Wish i could stuff all you

I'm hooked on that good stuff

We don't ever make love