This is a song about "I m a man"

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

I'mma make it rain trick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

So if i talk down to a man

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds