This is a song about "I m so hype i m so dope"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

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

You already are caged

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

With my sexy ass erection, so m uch perfection

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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