This is a song about "I m sorry bby"

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Sorry, i may be jittery

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

I"m the designated driver

Said when i do dirt wit her

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

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

And she throws up whatever she eats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds