This is a song about "I m"

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

All you niggas die

It is religious conquest i`m trying to pursue

And people call me a user, but i want you

I'm everesant, nobody do it better

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

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

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Look, just remember how that winning taste

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