This is a song about "Especially"

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Especially when i feel failure, it gives me that sense of shame

Steady to sulk heavenly bolts of electrical volts especially on impulse

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Murder all you mothafuckas especially when my pen itches

Especially those of who think these things happen accidentally/

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Especially a guy like me someone so shy,

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Brains aren't everything, and especially in your case, they're nothing.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Nothing is ever quite what it seems especially with teens

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Especially when i'm caught up in the moment.