This is a song about "Wrong with me"

They can make you that with you there's something wrong/

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

But now i ask "what's wrong with you?"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Got campaign going so strong

Preserver and prove me wrong.

But spit them rhymes like me , couse i aint never ever wrong

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

I don't need no mother-fuka telling me we wrong...

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Fucking with the wrong psycho, make eminem look sane

Don't get me wrong, they always had problems

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

With ya chest held up high, you believed u did no wrong

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone