This is a song about "I under stand"

When i was starving now it's payback

When under pressure, i never crack

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Lookin at myself i stand in the mirror/

Baby, you're an angel

While you stand under the table

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

A soldier, and i stay under you fightin'

My pen as my sword, i stand alone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

I boil lines under the hot platter.

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

That's why i hope to make it big and stand under the bright lights,