This is a song about "Docter who"

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

This is a battle n who wins is who dares

Im not sure who i am , who do i aspire to be?

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Who cares? it's acceptable to men in suits who make the rules

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

What preceded was the clue

Well... who is us ...who is you?

Little latasha sho' grown

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

Women who killed who her daughter and said "wasn't me"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Who's lips, who knows, a few good men who grew nose