This is a song about "I m done"

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

Is written in our souls, africa

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

But they sold jello in the paint

I think this rap is done,

Can’t you see just how long my run

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

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

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever