Lemme tell y'all a lil story about myself   This right here is a true story, check it out though      [Verse 1]   Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality   Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy   You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude   Eatin off papi food, used to be a stocky dude   Weighed two-twenty, wit two honies, I move monie   It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy   I become berserk, it was no fun to work   Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin off my undershirt   The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin   Throwin up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin   Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy, Boom   But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh)   In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage   They said pimpin symptoms, huh, a dope addicts   There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin   Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine      [Chorus]   My baby mama, mama, and my grandma   Say that I'm too gordy (too gordy), word to my blue maurys   This is a true story   I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain   Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again      [Verse 2]   Never mind stuntin, dime puffin, doc spent his time frontin   He like a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin   Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner (why is that?)   My son growin up, I'm lookin like the movie thinner   I'm thinkin suicide, do or die, sit and cry (oh)   What hurt my baby moms askin if I'm gettin high (what the fuck you talkin about?)   She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love   If it ain't hustlin ma, please don't relate me to drugs (at all)   I'm loosin weight though, everyday pounds and muscles   Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle   Bein sick, huh, it get sickenin you know   I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's   You know my attitude, get it how I get it   If I can shoot, I turn around (then) I'm off my pivot   And oops, I thought I had it mapped   Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend   Dame mane I pained again      [Chorus]      [Verse 3]   Ay yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishin   Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota   I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place   For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace   Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam   Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram   Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed)   The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS   And that's irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it y'all   Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all   Get it, get it, get it, get it?      [Chorus x2]