This is a song about "I m leavin"

I wonder why, i sit and cry

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

And i feared that my fans say i failed

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

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

Beautiful are thou, africa

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Leavin’ cops shot, i wish people would get off the streets,

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

2nd promise for u is that i would never think of leavin you baby,