This is a song about "How fresh i am"

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 am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

My game tighter than bitches that ain't fuck in forever

Pac told me fuck the world, i'm bout to cum now

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

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?

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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