This is a song about "Who are you"

You are all just wannabe's who see me as a prodigy/

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Young money, d-town's all star

It dont matter who you are

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Now who are you to talk about aeke, his attorney!?

Your feeling swarmed with problems in your life and you dont know who you are

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

And let me remind you, i don't give a fuck who you are,

Blessed to be who they are

With the goons i spar

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Unless you famous people don't give a fuck who you are

Man why are you here? who left your cage open?

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun