This is a song about "Saying crap about me and its not trye"

Its about saying the words that won your selection,

In this cold world, it's all about collection

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

You were always the one saying its time to stop, so why not?"

Glad its you and not me stuck up there in the hot seat.

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

And this shit is not about the music and its bad decisions,

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

This is me trying to play nice, and even now its not enough to suffice,

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies