This is a song about "I m kurdish"

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Our nation have to bow, africa

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

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

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

With two chicks, sadistic

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

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

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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