This is a song about "I m out"

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

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

And if i do go you better come through

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

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

This is like love, that you can never get

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