This is a song about "You aint be me"

It can't be you and me,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Bitch, they call it motor city

You aint seen the best of me

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Ya aint hear me for' must be a crime

But i aint even mad, cuz if i dissed you back you would be ruined and furious

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

I swear they think i'm crazy

You motherfuckers aint shit to me

Here let me start off by sayin there aint nothin to be ashamed of rap aint nothin but an

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

It aint like you need me to let your world shine

I trust no man, you cant win but u aint joining me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy