This is a song about "I m the an"

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Never had a chance to try

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

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast