This is a song about "I m better than you i m a legend"

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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

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

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

I got something you've been waiting for

I"m the designated driver

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever