This is a song about "Mean phrases"

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

So the pen i picked ona basis just writing phrases,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Wish i wasn't treating people so mean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Yeah fuck you he was so mean

And i mean it (and i mean it)

I put that nigga in his casket

Cause im mean like 2 spirit

She got that good good

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Pussy motherfuckers leanin' like codeine fiends, he's mean,

Brotha lynch may be mean

You ain't never seen