This is a song about "I a"

I was a fiend before i became a teen

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

I couldn't give a fuck i chop like a machete

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I feel like a burden cause i live in a suburban.

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

And now it's clear as this promise

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Is written in our souls, africa

All of a sudden i feel a pang a

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

When i was a baby i didn't have a rattle, i had a pen