This is a song about "How badass i am"

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

Fuck talking, i'll stab you with this fucking rocket launcher

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

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

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

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

For how smart i really am

Well goddamn, now i be the man