This is a song about "How awsome i am"

It's clear to me now, but i am not sure how

I'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Now how am i supposed to repent when evil is what i represent