This is a song about "Sick person"

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Smack another person dead

He never actually was a bad person,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

I wanna be the odd person

Now look: the change has come

You cant handle me in person,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I'm still searching, does that not make me a real person?

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

So hey yo, i'm the type of person, who's says i'm the type of person

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Change shit and become a better people person

My talent should take me places i've never been

Discerning between a sermon and the life of a real person

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one