This is a song about "I m 23"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

I get my paper, y'all just hate

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Half your body laying on my chest

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin