This is a song about "I m being bullied"

When it comes to spitting that fire

I"m the designated driver

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

And i could see you coming home after work late

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

They claim it as their own, africa

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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

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

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight