This is a song about "I m a robot"

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

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

If his bitch insist on getting sick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I"m the designated driver

Try to sound unique rather than a generic robot,

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

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

They say them colors must be fake