This is a song about "I m skittle"

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Beautiful are thou, africa

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

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

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites