This is a song about "I m izzy"

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Right flows down and they might go nice

I got the dizzy izzy ease

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

I´m so high, my shoes so fly