Atmosphere: Give me

Jimmy got shot in the parking lot...I'm a slow typer, a so-so writerBeen the shit ever since I was an infant in diapersAnd I'ma be dope, all the way to the endFrom the cradle to the grave, the Pampers to the DependsGet enough love, got enough friendsBut on a regular basis it's safe to say I've got the benzAnd I didn't mean to ignore that vibe you sentI guess my mind was probably on my rentOh I got my mind on my tummy, and my tummy on my mindSome assembly required, let me run it down the lineThe factory is open, time card punchedUntil lunch time it's crunch time, back to workFool, the first rule is to keep the verse trueEven if it hurts you, you gotta wear the pain like a stainRespect the listener, respect the gameBecause there's more to game than some dinner and fame(Hook)Give me the moneyDon't you dare stop thereGive me the micThat's the tool, and I play it coolGive me the lifeI've seen things that used to be dreamsGive me the loveMy name's Slug, give me a pound or a hugAnd I'ma play this game, I just wanna sayAll I really want is for you to remember my nameAnd I'ma run for as long as I'm allowedAnd hope to God I inspire some of ya'll(Verse 2)See I'm that cat that used to sit in the back and studyLooking for some proof, that God loves uglyFlash forward a decade later in your timeSomehow, a good number of ya'll got downAnd it's solid, fresh, dope, whatever you wanna call it(Not back) An aspiring sociopathic alcoholic(Ahh shit) Look at Slug still rockin' the same outfitTryin to make the belly grow bigger than the walletAy yo man, how you doing, (what?), how you been?Just been makin it cool to rap about love againNot that hippie stuff I'm talkin 'bout that bitch that gives you nutsDid he say bitch? Yeah I'm sorry, don't tell my baby's mommySpeakin of baby, when done, there'll be a crate full of albumsFor my son to page through, thinking daddy was a gunWith a handful of heads that put me uptil they had some samples from Ant, and faith in What the Fuck?I said, still goin, still maintainin, still standing in the land of snow and purple rainAnd I'm still waitin for my date to kiss me or slap meCause there ain't no way that I can be happy, when I'm half me(Hook)Give me the moneyDon't you dare stop thereGive me the micThat's the tool, and I play it coolGive me the lifeI've seen things that used to be dreamsGive me the loveMy name's Slug, give me a pound or a hugAnd I'ma play this game, I just wanna sayAll I really want is for you to remember my nameAnd I'ma run for as long as I'm allowedAnd hope to God I inspire some of ya'll(Verse 3)I've had the pleasure of speaking with some of youYeah you, come on now, don't act like you don't know who I'm talking toAfter that show, when you approached me like you know meThe cd I sold you, the secrets that you told meOn that world you vision, through the layers of tearsThe ones you choke and keep hidden when the players are nearI watch you chase it with beer, some frustration and fearTry to figure out why the hell I came hereWell I don't know either, and I'm not ready to take a breather, neitherAll I know is I'm still a believerSo you can beat me up, or you can beat me offPick a side, any side, and let me do my job, come onIf you've got a lot of love to give, but you don't know who to give it toI'ma turn out the lights of the cigarette, and write a song about youThis one's for you.(Hook)Give me the moneyDon't you dare stop thereGive me the micThat's the tool, and I play it coolGive me the lifeI've seen things that used to be dreamsGive me the loveMy name's Slug, give me a pound or a hugAnd I'ma play this game, I just wanna sayAll I really want is for you to remember my nameAnd I'ma run for as long as I'm allowedAnd hope to God I inspire some of ya'llBut don't you dare stop thereThat's the tool, and I play it coolI've seen things, that used to be dreamsThe name's Slug girl, give me a hug(Ending line)What does ugly mean?