This is a song about "I m mollie"

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Educate yourselves, of africa

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

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Killing these niggas off quick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...