This is a song about "I m fast"

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

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

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

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'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

Wanna spend it all on you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo