This is a song about "I m tha best"

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

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Deprived from tha streets i emphasized it hard on each beat

I got tha word as hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

My buzz is like cocaine

While n tha kitchen i bruse caine

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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