This is a song about "A guy saying that im ugly"

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

Your dumb ass chose the wrong guy,now you ugly betty

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Now sit back and get smashed,or switch that and flip past not saying im awesome

When pac get high

Im just that type of guy

On the slow jam of love

A teen with ugly braces

And saying that a man's lips is cursed if he kissed it,

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

That poor guy cant even take a hit