This is a song about "Paranoid a"

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

My records sell, yes sir

Its a challenge breaking a habit

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

You're fucking with me, nigga

A store that dosen't get a

Take a kitkat take a break,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Looking behind you feeling a little paranoid

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

Paranoid cause all i see is eyes eyeballing me,

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