This is a song about "How am i making songs"

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

I am making this out of reanimated beats scheme and inflated trays when,

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

Organized crime, i kill your boss

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

I thank you for making me who i am starting with every little cell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

I don't know how to make songs like that