This is a song about "I won i m out"

How beautiful are thou, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

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

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

I was stuntin last night, won a rap battle fight

If his bitch insist on getting sick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

But ima celebrate like i won the award

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Yeah, i won the rhyme lottery, it's just another week

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly