This is a song about "Accepting who you are"

Now who are you to talk about aeke, his attorney!?

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

Your so insecure cause you don't even know who you are

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Unless you famous people don't give a fuck who you are

Only real niggas stay on top

Will who are you? an o.g?...

Be yourself,be who you are,the grim reaper are out now *roar*

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

And if you a real nigga dont need to lettem know/ you know who you are