This is a song about "Stupid ass"

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Just hate when you people stuck on stupid

See the truth is life is stupid

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

You're illiterate if anybody's askin me, really didn't think your stupid ass could read

Run for cover and return fire

Bring your stupid ass back to 8 mile.

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Even though you know it is stupid

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Stupid ass nigga shouldn't step out his stance