This is a song about "I m feeling myself"

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Same thing with this music

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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

But i remember to myself

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

You know i want a piece of that pie

But they sold jello in the paint

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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