This is a song about "I am your"

Like an ose; i am grandi, like your kids; i want candy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I am only your loveely tree

But we should be body to body

Grown men never should bite their tongue

I am a sneak your soul like a satan.

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

I am the overseer, an undeveloped mind of your sadistic peer,

Now i am one of your biggest fans

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Yea say that i am whack cause i really don't mind ill be getting busy ragging your