This is a song about "I m bad"

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

You already are caged

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

And word i blew off herb i grew

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

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

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

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