This is a song about "Fuck your pity"

Fuck your criteria

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

My pity sufficed thinking of them deprived,

Living my life like i'm living right

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

I think your are cause your friends pity you

Money rules this city,nobody got pity

So when you come around here don't be acting silly

They must pity me, malcolm the dreadful

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,