This is a song about "I m the best i m the god"

Leave the scene m rated

How bout we blow this bit

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

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

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

I don’t care where ya are

I"m the designated driver

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Same thing with this music

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane