This is a song about "Who are you to tell me what to do"

Are you trying to tell me you got flow or that your rhyme skills show you'll never blow

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Tell me what to say, no matter if it's true, i'll say it all for you/

But that bitch works up the audacity to tell me who i

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Don't do what your forced to do, do what makes you happy

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Or are you just another liar to tell me all about this;

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Who do you think you are

Don't go to far

Fuck fame, fuck money

You dont see what you do to me

But to tell you the truth both of those are hard to do,

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you