This is a song about "But i m sorryvim speaking logic"

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

I don't like y'all rap topics and y'all rap logic,

Speaking of need, i need to go spark up the green

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...