This is a song about "You are"

Lady at the frank stand will

None of you rappers are equal

Now who do ya think you are,

That gyal want mi ride har

Basketball, you are flat

Cus if your love was all i had

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Are you stupid or are you polluted?

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Im happier when high and drunk

It dont matter who you are

Young money, d-town's all star

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

You are one in the marathon

Who do you think you are

Your music in the car