This is a song about "Finding ones strength to get back up and keep fighting"

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

You need to shut up, back up, and back down

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

At him that'll probably sting, he'll get back up and rave hate,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back

And here's the fact that i'm fighting back using music to expose your ass

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Keep up the hate and continue to debate

Keep fighting , keep believing

But he don't rule a thing

I get back up and strange voices pick on me

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

One to keep in my room chained up and crippled.

Since napster the sales been crashin' and