This is a song about "How fire i am"

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

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

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Look in my face see how broken i am

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

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

It's clear to me now, but i am not sure how

Love our conversation but it’s late right now