This is a song about "Me"

Just tell me, tell me, tell me if u love me

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Approaches me, encroaches towards me,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

History showing me the majority will hate me without even knowing me

Girls try ta rush me touch me love me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Old me, always new me, changes, it ranges in insanity reality, me

Invading me are eating me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby