This is a song about "I m pregn"

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

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

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

But they sold jello in the paint

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

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

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

And i could see you coming home after work late

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

I"m the designated driver

"contemplate", i wrote about her