This is a song about "I m your creator"

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I"m the designated driver

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

You already are caged