This is a song about "How mean is mia"

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

It's all i am is a mean emcee

Leave other rappers alone, and see how mean you can get

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Can u see where im comming from how much you mean to me

But that's just how america is

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

I mean think about it, do you see how far fetched that is?

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Because this is how it was,

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

Ma mean is fucking empty i prefer to get stab

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Envy is just love, hate, and fear mixed that why they so mean.