This is a song about "I m dead"

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

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

I"m the designated driver

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

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

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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