This is a song about "Nigga please get ur own girl"

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Underground like stephen kings ''it'' / ill have ur girl feedin for this dick/

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

U a rich girl out after dark, ur prides in the purse, im a mugger

I've seen what it does to a nigga without his own plan,

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

And if u think im lying then nigga please just try me

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Nigga its jay warms in this bitch watta please

Nigga...this shit is none of ur child's play

Then some lady named billie holiday

You don’t even know your own damn girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

I'm that nigga blessed with the knowledge and logic that psychics own