This is a song about "No more bullies for me"

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

For dissin youre wishin me and the mic had more distance

Summertime in the city

You have no more words for me

You don't drink, more for me

To them it's just a story

Tell me it's good for me, no more simulation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Now that's what you call a game

No more money, no more fame

Asshole, me? i never ask for more,

Lower than my credit score

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

I ain't happy with the score