This is a song about "How awsome i 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,

After these, how can i hate that you're confused on who i am; when even more i

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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

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

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

Love our conversation but it’s late right now

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

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

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside