This is a song about "You think you bad you think sad"

And getting money is the song i sing

Y you bitches think im playing,

I am just an artist

But not the kind you think,

I think its love dont you think so

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

And yea right if you think that your a bad boy

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

If you think what you see on t v's bad

Pay dues like a hair salon

I know you think you on

You think i give a shit if i lose im used to the bad news

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

You think you are all smart,

Blasting out some backyard