This is a song about "People dissing me"

Now all my people can you hear me

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

People fresh their minds by using me!

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

And people give me hell

The twin towers fell

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Dissing me like i sit around ‘n talk shit ‘bout you all the time.

And to those six people who've let me

But we should be body to body

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Picking on me, bullying me, people pointing fingers at me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Now all my people can you hear me

Befriending people who inevitably will depend on me

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy