This is a song about "I m just liv"

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

And i feared that my fans say i failed

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

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

That i can only love you when you undressed

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

And real bitches don't respect you