This is a song about "Who me"

Who's got drugs tell me who knows?

I gotta teach hoes

To all the rappers who forgot me or doubted me

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

There is no rapper who can diss me

Bitch, they call it motor city

Anyone who thinks to take me out should really fear me

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Nerds who claim war with me?

Looking at your money

Comparing to those who compare me to ignorance

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Befriending people who inevitably will depend on me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Third ward general, young cash money

Those who wish to follow me,