This is a song about "I m kurdish"

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

I was twelve when the gunned you

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste