This is a song about "I m talking about that boy johhny sappi and vithu"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

Instead of talking about real issues and internal pain

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Yer i may be new but i know wat im talking about

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

Ugh what the fuck am i talking about im high righ now, and i still rhyme fly,

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

You fags know; boy, i got toys, ain't talking 'bout hasbro