Song Meaning

The track opens with a defiant challenge, a direct question to anyone unaware of the artists' presence and influence. The chorus immediately establishes a tone of gritty self-importance, proclaiming "Soldiers got some dirty clout" and "Slangin in the dirty south." This isn't just a boast; it's a declaration of territory and a statement of their established, albeit illicit, power within their environment. The repeated question, "What cha mean, you ain't heard about us," serves as a rhetorical jab, implying that their reputation should precede them, especially within their sphere of operation. The verses dive into the harsh realities that fuel this reputation. Soulja Slim paints a picture of a dealer driven by necessity and a volatile temper, "Wit a uncut bird wit bad tempers and bad nerves." He emphasizes a life of constant hustle and danger, where survival means being a "born killer." Kane & Abel continue this theme, detailing street violence with stark imagery like "gun cocked, hear the shots, clean up your block" and "bullet holes in your brain." The lyrics suggest a world where respect is earned through aggression and where their actions are a direct response to their environment, not just random acts of violence. What stands out is the consistent portrayal of their identity as "soldiers" operating in a hostile territory. This military metaphor isn't just for show; it frames their illicit activities as a form of warfare. Mac's verse highlights this, describing himself as "young and I'm black, I'm a soldier" facing suspicion from law enforcement, "So he thinking I'm slanging that baking soda." The lyrics suggest a deep-seated sense of belonging to a group that must constantly defend its existence and livelihood, leading to a "murderman dance on their enemies." This shared identity and the perceived external threat create a powerful bond and a justification for their actions. The effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their unflinching honesty and the raw, unfiltered portrayal of their world. The artists don't shy away from the violence, the drug dealing, or the constant state of alert. Instead, they present it as their reality, their struggle for survival and respect. The repeated assertion of their identity as "soldiers" and their "dirty clout" in the "dirty south" creates a compelling narrative of defiance, resilience, and a fierce pride in their hard-won position, making the listener understand the "what cha mean" not as a question, but as a challenge to their ignorance.

Fiend & Kane & Abel & Soulja Slim & Mac - Rap, USA

What Cha Mean

2 Plays

Duration: 4:24

View Album

[Intro: piston clicking] [Fiend] What up out there kinfolk This be Fiend coming at like this here here I brought a couple of my people with me Fiend, Mac, Soulja Slim, Kane and Abel A couple of No Limit soldiers to help me out with this here Chorus What cha mean, you ain't heard about us Soldiers got some dirty clout Slangin in the dirty south What we really worried about x2 [Verse 1: Soulja Slim] (Peep this shit) I know you heard about this nigga from the 3rd Ward Wit a uncut bird wit bad tempers and bad nerves Serves, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more cream Then the rest of the dealers Every nigga that I fuck with gotta be born killas Feel the realist shit that was ever spoken You can catch me smokin On some shit that will have me bloatin, (cough cough) I'm so high, not glue eyed I really need to snort some dilly Know not to move nor keep movin Fuck it pass the billy Real niggas feel me, cause I'm bout as real as it get Somethin stranger here, no love for that studio shit All my little partners gone, I'll be damned if I G-O But if I do I'll grab my gun shoot like a fool and let em know Chorus What cha mean, you ain't heard about us Soldiers got some dirty clout Slangin in the dirty south What we really worried about x2 [Verse 2: Kane & Abel] You know I'm from the ghetto, hit the block, gun cocked, hear the shots, clean up your block Red beam, maintain my aim, bullet holes in your brain When I stop that motherfucking clock, Kane Usual suspect, down south niggas bout respect Droppin off slugs, like a mailman in a corvette Lite the weed, when I reload my tek Nigga this shit get broke down like bricks In the trunk of the 626 Don't that it to ya head cause ya boy Just got flipped, AK with a strong clip In the hood I bust you with the tank In the pen I'd touch ya wit the shank My mind go blank, I'm a soldier smokin dank All the way to the motherfucking bank Chorus What cha mean, you ain't heard about us Soldiers got some dirty clout Slangin in the dirty south What we really worried about x2 [Verse 3: Mac] Now what yall mean, niggas on my team They all about the cream And my enemies, we take it to the street To get the green, knowa mean Came here with Slim, Mac and Fiend I still scream WOAH! In the drop with my nigga Wop Runnin from the cop who was trying to meet his quota I'm young and I'm black, I'm a soldier So he thinking I'm slanging that baking soda You ain't heard about, nigga from that dirty south Where the po-po's scout Everybody, everybody that knows what your bout Won't leave your house Cause at night, nigga freaks come out Grab your gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippin You might connect the grip Shots there cut up strip bout a couple of ship Like the peoples in summertime agent trip Lets take a trip to the land where the niggas Do the murderman dance on their enemies And fake niggas pretend to be a, they be them friends of me Woah, slow your roll and daddy I'm camoflauged I'm PsychoWard and I stay on my guard and bitch I never die Chorus What cha mean, you ain't heard about us Soldiers got some dirty clout Slangin in the dirty south What we really worried about x2 [Verse 4: Fiend] What the world don't know is I'm a hurt A soldier without a pause I'm prayin about cause, break jaws and all laws My bullet scars didn't heal, my tatoos reveal Bout to ride explain a million of hostile The burn feels like almost a step from death Fuck spending lives, I barely leave a minute of breath I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in thier chest Wouldn't know where I'd be without my god and my vest Killers, we the best fuck all the rest, here hit the cess Snort, c'mon the test With the charge the best, cause I open your chest God bless, I made my way back so I can say that Me too whatever, should have known that Fiend believe in payback Do it for haystacks, me, Slim, twins, and Mac Gotta attack, with the jest to ask, deftly in the act I doubt that, I'm strange cause I'm with the right change After soldier consediration, I'm the live range Chorus What cha mean, you ain't heard about us Soldiers got some dirty clout Slangin in the dirty south What we really worried about x2

Credits

Writers: Soulja Slim
Fiend
Kane & Abel
Mac

What Cha Mean

What Cha Mean

Lyrics

Rate this song

Credits