This is a song about "Plum stead"

Stead of givin me hell?

And i ain't goin' well

Stead of treated, we get tricked,

You know i stick to the script

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I don't sleep, i stead i toss and turn and think and become restless

Sides dissection im infection in your lifes stead

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

I don't want to see you sneering in stead of smile,

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

I promise to keep it honest

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,