This is a song about "No you are"

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Look i have no time to play your lyrics are like eggs what the fuck are you tranna say?

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Hope u learnin your lesson you nerds are no contention

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

When no one even knows who you really are, who's to blame huh?

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Young money, d-town's all star

When you know that you are

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Isn't too fertile, there are no changes in life that're are open,