This is a song about "I m russian"

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

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

Still listen to big

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

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