This is a song about "I m sorry d"

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

That's the window into the sky

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

You other brothers can’t deny

So please just go and d-i-e

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend