This is a song about "I m ripped"

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

I ripped him up and buried his torso under a bridge

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

And i feared that my fans say i failed

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

When i ripped the lyrics

Been spending most our lives

She gonna dance when that molly through

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo