This is a song about "How cool am i"

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

Nobody knows how alone i really am

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

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

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

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

What we gotta do to survive

Yea, i am cool as ice, i won't be nice.