This is a song about "I m just like harley quinn"

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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

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

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

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

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

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

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