This is a song about "Who do vodoo"

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Who do you pretend to be, my enemy, it's bittersweet,

But i would never do that, so who did?

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Do who you want, what's stopping you?

When i get to warwick avenue

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

How could he do that to those who he claims to love,

I'm sure you not about to tell me you ain't cum enough

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Who do i deserve to go impress

Young money, d-town's all star

Now who do ya think you are,