Here I am spendin time tryna put meanin in every line that I design
While some dim mind guy is droppin lines about doin them with some dimes.
Or bumpin uglies while bumpin Weezy and bumpin some **** straight to the heazy.
Or dumpin benjies for gold trim mercies paid for by spittin these so called verses.
Maybe if I found some ***** who was really fine,
And put her all over me as I'm speakin my mind
Then society might eventually stop buyin
All of these 'tracks' that wacks are supplyin.
But see the reality will always be that the society doesn't want to hear their actuality or how to fix it,
They just want to spend their salary listenin to how they've helped these wannabes get rich
And fantasize that they could use the money they just spent on something besides rent.
But those fans will sigh when they realize that they're the *****es that these rappers have bent.
Its a wake up call for those who call the fake amazing
Cus they take your dolls hair and call it their play thing
And when they make all of this from their songs you keep playing
You sit there and mistake it for them working hard and praying.