This is a song about "I m acrips"

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And no nigga gon love you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

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

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

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic