This is a song about "How cute i am"

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

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

They talk say cool jew na the man

For how smart i really am

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?

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

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

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

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them