This is a song about "I m coler"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

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

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser