This is a song about "How awesome i am"

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

"if i do that, then how am i gonna blow bitch?

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

I'm fucking awesome like nagasaki i dropped the bomb

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free