This is a song about "Am about the mulla"

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Strive to get what i deserve i am not sorry about that

It's been a long time comin' cam

Don't know who the fuck i am

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

But what am i worried about they won't survive,

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

I am the personification of rap

I put that shit on my man

I can't change the way i am

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Playboy, i don't own that man

The women think i am