This is a song about "How awsome i am"

Pushing in my mama van

For how smart i really am

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

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

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/

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

Life isn't on my side, so tell me, how the fuck am i supposed to show pride.

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I am not a terror is but i know how to write this horror

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

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