This is a song about "I m here"

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

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

Oh your friends are sick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

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

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

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry