This is a song about "Your comments"

I made lots of comments and doubt started stackin up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

They think they bring that pain

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Look it something they can't ever see

I've been reading your comments, a bit snobby

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Your family, your friends,

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

No conglomerates, negative comments

Your on fire.. your on fire

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

[darren is a gay friend, but he's cool, so don't write hateful comments]

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends