This is a song about "How fresh i am"

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

At home they comparin this situation to nam

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us

So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

For how smart i really am

What you talking about? lil man

I just play my part make moves like chess

I start everyday as a fresh

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?

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

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

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die