This is a song about "I m lost"

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

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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

Because i am so lost,

All you need is your passport

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

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

Educate yourselves, of africa

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember