This is a song about "I m your creator"

But they sold jello in the paint

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

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

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

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I can only love you when you’re undressed

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

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

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait