This is a song about "I m vip"

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

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights