This is a song about "I m op"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

And i've been thinking bout you

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

I"m a savage as i ravage, with unstoppable damage.

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Look, just remember how that winning taste

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