This is a song about "Stinging"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Same swank except now the brethren's puns be stinging

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

A great pain stinging like i severed my own artery

I'm thee, greatest on the microphone, stinging like bee, but,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Im sorry if my words are stinging, big ego in the verses im slinging.