This is a song about "I m acrips"

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

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

You already are caged

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

I"m the designated driver

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

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

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection