This is a song about "Lucy m"

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

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

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

I see the same hodon't get mad, i'm only bein real

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

That's the window into the sky

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break