This is a song about "How cute i am"

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

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

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

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

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

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Nobody knows how alone i really am

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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

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

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

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