This is a song about "Jerk fame"

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Well then you're a contradiction, or maybe just a jerk

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

I don't wanna be a jerk, im just in a bad mood,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I'll jerk off over something that i just saw on babe station,

Only those who's currently in fame.

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

I dint know wen did u become a jerk

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Maybe you could fool any jerk

Not aiming for big fame

Floor seats at that wizards game