This is a song about "Be who your are"

'bout to get my other car

Blessed to be who they are

But really, who are you to be judging me?

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

I'll be here by your side and i dont care who says otherwise, your the part of

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Who are really ruthless

That's why i shine like i does

I guzzle up at the bar

Just because of who we are,

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

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

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Your lips. to see if ours are the ones who fit.

Young money, d-town's all star

Blessed to be who they are