This is a song about "How fresh i am"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

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

Spending her time with him i guess

I start everyday as a fresh

Cause u know that this my jam

For how smart i really am

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

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Enouph i still feel fresh

Carefree i don’t need the stress

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

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,