This is a song about "I m freakin out"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I"m the designated driver

And the food could have been finer

I hate bein' trollin' freakin' n fallin'. i hate you preachin' meanie and moanin'

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

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

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

Is written in our souls, africa

Make the fingers snap

While i freakin' spit black