This is a song about "I m good"

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

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

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

But i guess its all good

My nigga, no hook

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

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

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