This is a song about "I m good at pretending"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I got sorta good at pretending

And this will be the song that we sing

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

The center of the east coast my emblem reads

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a little cheat

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

That's the window into the sky