This is a song about "How much curtis is a dumbum"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

'cause this much thought in speakers is a rarity

In a room full of people so much is being said,

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

You a bitch homie how much for a dick suck?

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

I really don't expect much, all i want is a little respect/

But you dont realise how much is at stake

And i could see you coming home after work late

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Ever since i was a little motherfucker wantin to hangi can see 'em in my head, pow

Like a king i'ma die legend// no matter how my reputation is lessened//or how