This is a song about "This lifestyle i m living got me thinking how much money i m making and the weed i m baking and all those chick s i m banging"

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

If his bitch insist on getting sick

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

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

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

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

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

I bet that mirror gon show you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo