This is a song about "Still smiling cuzz u aint shitt"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Cause u aint no man you a pussy

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

U aint never heard of me

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Dont compare urself with em... u aint got that mod!

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

I aint scared to merk u

Don't fuck around and make it true

And u aint even an ordinary child...u r marvelously gay

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

U still think why u dont have any fan

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

U still think why u dont have any fan

You always say you wasn't ready for no man