This is a song about "How big i am"

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

For how smart i really am

Life's about decisions man

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Look in my face see how broken i am

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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

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?