This is a song about "I m lanky"

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

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

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

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

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

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

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

But five years from now i bet she see

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

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

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

I"m the designated driver