This is a song about "Sorry i m leaving"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I feel sorry for there parents

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

Used to call me the african don dada

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

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

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed