This is a song about "What do you think of me when you were my name caren"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Do you think you could ever be similar to me,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I don't think you know what you mean to me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Fuck what you think of me i would rather chuck than to change a little part of me

You dont see what you do to me

Summertime in the city

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Go ask anybody what they think of you,

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

And you can't lock me down so what you gonna do?

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!