This is a song about "I m jealous"

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question