This is a song about "Accepting who you are"

And could i be a star

Who do you think you are

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Man why are you here? who left your cage open?

Now who are you to talk about aeke, his attorney!?

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Who do you think you are

6 o's pay for my car

I'm in my other car

Blessed to be who they are

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

When no one even knows who you really are, who's to blame huh?

Unless you famous people don't give a fuck who you are

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Your feeling swarmed with problems in your life and you dont know who you are

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar