This is a song about "I m versatile"

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear

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

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

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