This is a song about "Change gone come"

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Email too, facebook, aim, everything gone

You got the spotlight, can make a change

When i pull up in that candy range

Either you gone fight against me or u can come along

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Chorus:now everyone finds the change

While half my mental belongs in a cage

The man who wanted to change

With foreign names, valet the range

On the road to success who the fuck gone come and stand with me,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Has music come to an edge or has gone too far

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Everyday a star is born

Man my nigga really gone