This is a song about "Proving people wrong"

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I care about proving people wrong, not being the best,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

You bitches are in the wrong time and wrong place

They dissecting, it wrong

My way like a usher song

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

I dont think people hit the bong think peace and not shits wrong,

I'm not addicted though, don't get me wrong

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

People try to make you go in the wrong direction

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

I knew there was something wrong.

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key