This is a song about "I m delirious"

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

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

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

Why the fxck i let you in my crib, im so delirious

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

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

How beautiful are thou, africa

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win