This is a song about "I m illy"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

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

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

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

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

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

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

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

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate