This is a song about "Why you telling me to shutup"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Why did you have to attack me,

Now they telling me im not allowed to rhyme on the record

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

Your telling me to stop because i am killing your brain

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Counselors telling me what i'm supposed to be

And that's why my insane mind's be telling to do this song

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Society telling me to not be a sap, dude.

Wonderin why everyone's so persistent thunderin in telling me what to do,

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due