This is a song about "How mean is mia"

Snitches here don't got no heart

Thinking how this shit is hard,

Hugged and said "how is it

Rack, rack city shit

(i mean) your tune is looney like it's daffy duck on it

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

How can one boy in a cypher be so mean and crude

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Ma mean is fucking empty i prefer to get stab

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

It's all i am is a mean emcee

On they twitter writing novels, see

And all i pray is someone know what i mean,

Just before they seen my money in the green