This is a song about "I m fame"

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

To liberate yourselves, africa

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Evidence shades man they go for six forty

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

I dont care about the fame

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

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

But they sold jello in the paint

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