This is a song about "I m dime"

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

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

To liberate yourselves, africa

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

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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