This is a song about "Reyes who are you"

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

And let me remind you, i don't give a fuck who you are,

That gal want me ride har

Now who do ya think you are,

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Live your life, don't fold under press pressure, me who you are it ain't hard

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Man why are you here? who left your cage open?

Be yourself,be who you are,the grim reaper are out now *roar*

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

Who do you think you are

She prayed on me passing that bar

Unless you famous people don't give a fuck who you are

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car