This is a song about "I earn my respect"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I wanna earn respect, let em know about me when they play my track back.

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Girl, have some self respect, i treat my bitches good, she be soaking wet

I feel like through these struggles i really just deserve respect,

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I can respect the hustle

Ain't nothing here minimal

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

I earn constant feedback, i don't earn for coke and crack

See i respect you i expect respect likewise

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

But something gets my nerve lit, a feeling i'd never earn shit

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot