This is a song about "The i"

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

I miss the times when i was glad

Hoppin' out a van

I can't change the way i am

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

I wasn't stopping 'til i got the bills

And ask me how was my night

I told u i gave up the fight

I got the pad when i was sixteen,

People don't condone what they've never seen

I think i will call the cops

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

The more i rap the more i kill , the more i kill the more it became a thrill

I've been prosecuted for terror because my minds sick and ill/

I can't change the way i act

Just lay back, get your face slapped