This is a song about "You aint be me"

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

You aint please me but from a point of view your pic looks gay

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

It aint like you need me to let your world shine

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

Not a fan of me? well fuck you, you aint gotta listen to nothing i say,

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I'll let you know. rappin aint ez, trust me, its kinda tough.

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Tell me what im suppose to do, if i aint got you here