This is a song about "I m elizabeth"

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

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

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

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And any chick you can screw i can get wetter

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

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

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

A legend have to bow, africa

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

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly