This is a song about "I m dime"

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I rap just to pass time mat ta fact i used to sell records for a dime,

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

You know that love is a very serious thing

Than i looked like ya dime, cuz you went 'n spreading

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

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

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

I'mma let you hang chick

We was high school peers, in junior high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

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

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