This is a song about "I m so cute"

My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous

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

I"m the designated driver

And the food could have been finer

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

When i get to warwick avenue

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

In private, not public in the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Is written in our souls, africa

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