This is a song about "Being who you really are"

Its ment to be coz you are really vexing me,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Come correct with who you are inside

And ask me how was my night

You really are a snitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

The engine in back of my car

It dont matter who you are

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

But you best believe that they are really real

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

// [who can really blame you?]

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Even if you win, we both know who really lost

Who do you think you are

That gal want me ride har