This is a song about "How awsome i am"

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

For how smart i really am

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Notice how sick i am, don't steal my shit or get it quoted/

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper