This is a song about "Guilt and fear"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Advisories? guilt? difference?

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

Yeah thats right scratch and bite me, call for help, show fear

They'd tell you i'm some bipolar, hard drug user

And that fear made me into a loser

I'm larry david, gimme my paper

And that fear drove me to lose her

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

Even stranger, fear and anger expressed through the same bangers

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

And i've found myself lonely once again i fear.

When i hear the cheers and i fear it's clear

Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear

Heart filled with hatred and fear, stole a car to get my mind clear,

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear