This is a song about "Judge me dude"

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Society telling me to not be a sap, dude.

Emcees love to fuckin' judge me until they're laid to rest,

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Still problems to be assessed, i wonder if they judge me and are they impressed?

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

How about slinky you can help me dude?

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

You wanna judge me but don't know what ive been through,