This is a song about "How awsome i am"

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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/

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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