This is a song about "I m bounce"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

Look, just remember how that winning taste

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

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Then i pick you up and bounce you til your head hits the wall

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

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

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

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Listen bloke, i told you first round so turn that smile around and just bounce,