This is a song about "I m anemic"

Look, just remember how that winning taste

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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

And she throws up whatever she eats

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I"m the designated driver

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards