This is a song about "I m anonymous"

And then along came the wrong man for her

I"m the designated driver

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Me and shockin & anonymous

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

Dump that bitch in the sly

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

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