This is a song about "What you think"

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

It's no longer a new jack city

Tell me what you think of me

And niggas flashing crazy

I am just an artist

I don't give a damn what you think,

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

You think im slick? well guess what, im not afraid to slit,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

So what makes you think we are alone in this universe

Go ask anybody what they think of you,

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

If you think what you see on t v's bad

Get out in front what you think happens next?

Give us this day, our daily bread