This is a song about "I m trapping hard"

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

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

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

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love