This is a song about "I m your"

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Make'm forefeit and i'm porshin 600 horses

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

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

So everything retro come across so corny

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

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

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick