This is a song about "Telling someone off"

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I woulda done anything for my own

They're telling you too go home

Telling me that its my town.

He just throws it around

I guess now i'm done telling this story,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Skin but you my friend look like as if someone peeled off a potato skin.

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

High as shit, i’m in a booth

I only be telling the truth

Counselors telling me what i'm supposed to be

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I'm only telling this to you cause someone needed to break it to you,