This is a song about "Still me"

They say nothings ever free

Cause you still can't touch me

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

He was better than you, but that nigga still couldn't stick me

And they still make me cry,

That new c-l fly

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Hell! i still look a fake to me

But still they call me the hypocrite,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

This is like riding through the city

Climb a skyscraper, still cant get to me

Me, for all the baggage that you carry still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill