This is a song about "I m real nick"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Huh, i can't interpret her

I"m the designated driver

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

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

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection