This is a song about "Mtv cribs"

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

And my shit's ridiculous, it should be on mtv

Fuck a vibe award,no mtv or all the above im in it for the origins

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

With you, my cd, and maybe mtv or something,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Turn on your mtv what you see on the screen

Just before they seen my money in the green

Are seen on bet and mtv, the tv screen,

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Deliver an ass whipping via mp3 and giving you people more reality than mtv.

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs