I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh)
Never meant to—
I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh, ah, ha, ha, ha, mm)
Never meant to—

Ms. Jackson, am I overreacting or is it valid?
I wanna have a one-on-one convo about the man
You sacrificed your life for
so the world could see his talent
He's a legend now, I guess it worked out
but I need some answers
Are you happy with the way he been holding your family name?
I need to know 'cause I can’t sleep at night
thinking you died in vain
I think it got to 'em
people won't tell 'em because he pay 'em
The emperor's new clothes, a tale we need to tell
We failed too many times from shells or either jail
Cat's got nine lives
one more will ring the bell and I don't wanna do it
Reason I came to you, I’m hoping you can talk me through it
Maybe it’s something that you can tell me
bring some understanding
I'm more level-headed than the people headed to his mansion
I hope he know it’s time sensitive
I think he really was a lil' confused
but I won't mention it
Pardon me if I'm diggin’ it, hate to have you reliving it
You supposed to be resting, but just a few questions
Do you whisper in his ear before he makes his decisions?
Can he hear you past the nervous laugh he do when he timid?
And is it really half the talent
took to bask in them gimmicks
Led to the actual business? He used to be something
We thought it was a joke
but now we see it's something off with him
I offered him a chance to reunite with you, and I'll do it
Nothing left to do
so I'll just send him to you, Ms. Jackson

I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh)
Never meant to—
I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh)
Never meant to—

Ayy, Curtis, I encourage you to do a lil' research
On my whole family, but you can start with me first
I know you not familiar with a mother or a father
Maybe that's the reason easily you'll talk about 'em
Maybe that's the reason you be targeting the women
Let somebody try yo' mama, bet you'd probably wanna kill 'em
Speaking of killin', Curtis, I heard you was a Fire Bug
Well, I'ma be the reason all your fans put they lighters up
Put your lighters up if you've dealt with abuse
Put your lighters up if you're no longer enthused
With a nigga running 'round profiting off our pain
Love it when we fall down, that's when Curtis gets paid
Now put your lighters up if you too want the truth
Many men sin, but don't profit like you from it
You don't even drink
but you'll fake it for the news coverage
Seem like you know 50 Cent more than you know you
Curtis, goddamn
Huh, I think you went too far to stop now
I got a lil' more information you can jot down
Fire Bug, I can still smell that gasoline on you
Fire Bug, at least let 'em sleep before you cremate him
Fire Bug, ironic, you not hot as what you used to be
Fire Bug, and I'm the one delivering your eulogy
Fire Bug, don't let him put his lighter up
The next time you missing mama
I can send you right to her, try ya luck

I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh)
Never meant to—
I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh)
Never meant to—