This is a song about "I m the bad ass"

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

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

I"m the designated driver

I pipe in and one night her

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

With my sexy ass erection, so m uch perfection

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

I bet you hear that white music

I'll drop your ass like bad habits, feel the wrath of a menace,

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

And i ended up being the bad guy,

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds