This is a song about "I m pretty"

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

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

Pretty happy with where i live

I'm everything that they call nice

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

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