This is a song about "I m whit"

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

In private, not public in the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I"m a savage as i ravage, with unstoppable damage.

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Small, but you talkin' big

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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