This is a song about "Who are you to judge me"

Young money, d-town's all star

Who do you think you are

But we should be body to body

But really, who are you to be judging me?

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

All those who wanna diss me are traitors to the regime

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Still problems to be assessed, i wonder if they judge me and are they impressed?

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Emcees love to fuckin' judge me until they're laid to rest,

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

You wanna judge me but don't know what ive been through,

Who do you think you are

I guzzle up at the bar