This is a song about "I m going"

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

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

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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