This is a song about "You re mean"

I mean it doesn't explain you

And word i blew off herb i grew

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Never had a chance to try

Didn't mean to make you cry

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Now some people might find this weird but you re not really scared

I’m a hustla, baby

You mean the world to me,

You mean the world to me,

Bitch, they call it motor city