This is a song about "I m a real og"

Tired of people saying, "i don't give a fuck, i'm real"

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

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

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

I should take a picture of chewbacca's ass ,for real

But they sold jello in the paint

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

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

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"

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich