This is a song about "I m fake"

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

I never crack i got that chap stick