This is a song about "I m kurdish"

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

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

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed