This is a song about "I m just like curry"

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

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

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

If you ain't about money

Yo come get this destroyed for curry

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

M v p like steve nash

How the fuck you wipe your ass