This is a song about "How awsome i am"

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

Always ask to video chat first, and always suspect the worst,

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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

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

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

And it rules everything around them

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

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

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

For how smart i really am

We in the big thingseat a dick man