This is a song about "I m s"

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

You're my reflection and all i see is you

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

You just do your thing chick