This is a song about "I m about"

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Omo niaja get em' higher

I"m the designated driver