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 x 2]