This is a song about "I m whit"

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

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

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

I"m the designated driver

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Keep your heads up high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

They claim it as their own, africa

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