This is a song about "He called me cripple"

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

You called out to me and said please after my name

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Left leg paradox, oxymoron the right, guess i'm a cripple

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

No tarot card reading; i'm foreseeing you niggas vanish

My money is turning me green no wonder im called radioactive,

Joseph called me a faggot but it aint true

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you