This is a song about "I m your creator"

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Forget not amir the creator, who can plant a fear like a gator we all in your train

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

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

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth