This is a song about "Say it to me softly"

Breathin' slow, ghetto air makes it harder to say,

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

It say it either or im doing me

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

Carol city or was it the west

Just to say it with my chest

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

How many times i got to say it for it to count?

Hittin it twice for the listeners an get em to say

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

You be get up on this fly shit baby

I grew up on rap dawg, you could say it raised me

But what else you gonna say to bitches who say to end it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Y'all better listen to what me and the kid say