This is a song about "I m stucked"

Look, just remember how that winning taste

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

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

I"m the designated driver

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

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

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

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year