This is a song about "I m grown"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I have grown fond of my lexicon/

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I'll meet you in the sky

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

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