This is a song about "Being slept on"

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Don't get it twisted, your being listed, on my hitlist, by me.

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

I can't correlate the weight of being served on a cold plate,

Fuck it, im leaving

For going on being

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Im on fire lyrical supplier, being the best is my only desire

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Being insane on my brain im crazy,