This is a song about "Being talked about"

I'ma finicky about being round you wannabes,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

And left a burden on my soul until i was old enough

Talked about taking my life but everyone seemed to call my bluff

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But i should really stop worrying about your well being

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Was pac right about being conceived in prison

Boggled when you read a poem about me being bottled up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

They are not confident when im talking

I ask you what's so good about being a king,