This is a song about "I m dime"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Hear the rambling in the sky

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Squeezin' a dollar from a dime when i haven't a single cent

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I got five on a dime just follow my cursor