This is a song about "I m running this"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

They only got fuck up lookin m&m's in this

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

I"m the designated driver

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

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

This is my point of view, murderers i be running through,