This is a song about "People need to respect me"

I think people need to know that that’s me

The good kid from the ugly city

And to those six people who've let me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Gettin respect and respect, do u need proof?

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

People try to tell me to stop

I get my cake; i love hip hop

My city's so gritty people need money to borrow

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

You always question, what happened to respect?

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

People on this site can't rap they need to snap back to reality

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

You can't deny who the best be, so just decide to respect me