This is a song about "Calling me a idiot"

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

I'm experienced you're the weariest for a raw idiot

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Her hair, now she bitching, calling me a bitch and

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Pianist playing with locked keys, calling me cocky

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

*laughs* they calling me lil lupe, if i am i guess this is a

Informing me it's day, as rush hour's calling,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Me and your sister had a great summer but she kept calling so i

She's calling me an embarrassment

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and