This is a song about "I mean it"

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Sorry world but it is true that i can be mean

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Keep it 1 hunnid sike i mean 4hunnid tellem other girls shake it left right

And i mean it so need to modify on that

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

And i hope you kno i mean it everytime that i say.

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Keep it 1 hunnid sike i mean 4hunnid tell yo girl shake it left right

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

And i mean it (and i mean it)

I have no bight, or curse in any verse i keep it clean an lean, try to mean

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Oh sorry, i mean music,would call it art, but the mic,you abuse it.

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that