This is a song about "I m anonymous"

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

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

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

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

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

You know i want a piece of that pie

But they sold jello in the paint

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