This is a song about "I m metis"

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

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

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

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

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

Used to call me the african don dada

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

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...