This is a song about "I m frag"

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

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