This is a song about "I m a roadman"

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

M and z collapsed into a void stretchin infinite directions

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