This is a song about "I could be chasind buit i be westing my time"

And all women who had light features, see

Who i really was, what i really could be

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Right so i could neva be like my fatha but damn i hate that nigga. i followed the

I could be brian and you could be stewart

Fucked up, hating ass areas in the world

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

But i never knew i could be do damn dumb scrum chewing on my gum wish for some

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Or i could be the father you and you could be the bastard

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

I could be in a morgue or hurst,

Baby, you know who you are

And could i be a star

Purify that woman soul

Where i could be in control,