This is a song about "I m doing fin"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

I snort all of them, giving me the adrenaline, to keep going this ain't fin,

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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

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

You already are caged

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

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