This is a song about "I m on that"

Our history that they stole, africa

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

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

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

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

Me against you the movie of the year

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

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

You already are caged

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

And no nigga gon love you

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love