[Refrain]

I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh)

Never meant to—

I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh, ah, ha, ha, ha, mm)

Never meant to—

[Verse 1]

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

[Refrain]

I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh)

Never meant to—

I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh)

Never meant to—

[Verse 2]

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

[Refrain]

I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh)

Never meant to—

I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson (Ooh)

Never meant to—