This is a song about "You are"

With the goons i spar

And delete that weed you are

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Are you ready to go?

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

If you feel it, it must be real just

So quit talk about how good you are

When i step up out the maserati car

It dont matter who you are

And could i be a star

Basketball, you are flat

Where the black girls get their weaves back

And i'mma show you how the south was won

You are one in the marathon