This is a song about "Low lifes"

People love hodgy i hate you though

I be, creeping lower than low

Raising two kids, her lifes being overthrown

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Shit my lifes perfect cept for that curse

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Lifes great when you play for my team

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Sides dissection im infection in your lifes stead

My lifes nothin but a contradiction

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

A three minded genius who's never low

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Well my lifes a question that needs answering,