This is a song about "I m weak"

Hear the rambling in the sky

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

And i feared that my fans say i failed

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

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

To this corner office is so enormous

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

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

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