This is a song about "Erna being mean"

You must flow like a king, rhyme like a fighter, know what i mean, i hope i'm being a guider

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Whats non compos mentis mean?

I'm the sushi king

For going on being

I'm a son of a gun

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

Fuck being counterfeit

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Brotha lynch may be mean

Come see real niggas on my team

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

And not to mention it not only mean "being in a mansion"

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Wish i wasn't treating people so mean