This is a song about "I m sorry bianca"

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

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

Is written in our souls, africa

All we need is convienient love

I feel sorry for there parents

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Sorry i didn't make this easy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

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