This is a song about "Your mean"

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

I mean your whole heart is so confusing with the weird weather

You claim your mean and got a savage team but

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

And i mean it (and i mean it)

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Your demo tape don't mean shit to me

And its simple as that baby

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Pussy motherfuckers leanin' like codeine fiends, he's mean,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

I'm god man i don't even have to breathe, but your ass must be satan cause you're actin mean

Yo fuck that ain't nobody fast as me, i'm mentally retarded drinkin gasoline