This is a song about "I m q"

Which makes me hustle my q

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

And all the while i think of you

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

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

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers