This is a song about "You got me"

Lets see what you got and please don't bore me.

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

You lames can't stop me you know i got an arsenal,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Burn you hotter then ten suns cause you pricks got me frustrated

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

I laugh in yo face niqqa you got nuttin on me

You got me blue and lonely

What them tippers don't see

Yofti! aint you so glad you got me?

It ain't hard to make money

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

You got me rapping like lil wayne,