This is a song about "I m the besr"

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

I told her all about how we been living a lie

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

You already are caged

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

I"m the designated driver

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

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

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier