This is a song about "I m on drugs"

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I don't give a fuck whether or not my uncles on drugs

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Cause i bounce around like im drugs