This is a song about "I am really bad"

And my depression is slowly becoming a misconception of who i really am,

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Yea say that i am whack cause i really don't mind ill be getting busy ragging your

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

Is that without her i wouldn't be who i really am

Ay, undo your bra with one handif anything is gonna care it on and cum can

See who really sucks clearer. i'm not imitating shady when i say im crazy. i am

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Because that's how dope i'm really am

When i am mad, and things look bad/

All i need is the notepad

For how smart i really am

We in the big thingseat a dick man