This is a song about "I m dieing"

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

But they say we ain't big

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

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

The next day you is everybody target

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

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

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

You already are caged