This is a song about "Who ses tht"

Who cares? it's acceptable to men in suits who make the rules

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

She caught up in my love triangle

Who want it? who wants to battle

Well... who is us ...who is you?

It's really not an issue

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

But i pray to god tht i, dnt get hurt

Lets go in the booth, and see who hits who

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Cuz that's who i am and that's who i wanna be

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

As to who owns this and who goes where

Who makes up stories with an act who plays tough

And i ain't never plan to be famous