This is a song about "I m yours"

Teenage parties, i recommend you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

If his bitch insist on getting sick

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

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior

I"m the designated driver

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

I never would hurt yours but you pray that injure mine