This is a song about "I m uknown"

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

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

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Still listen to big

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Want to let you know i love you

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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