This is a song about "You dont wanna mess wit me"

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

You wanna mess wit me, you got no chance_no stance,

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

And anto don't mess with me oh wait you got that

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

And its just me and niggas wanna smoke wit me?

All these motherfuckers try and tell me shit i dont wanna hear,

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Im still sick enough aids dont wanna catch me

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

In you i accured, i dont wanna say adieu, i dont wanna be undo,

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win