This is a song about "How good am i"

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

Nobody knows how alone i really am

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Just let me save this shit ok am i good now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

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-

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Just who am i to be living life so good?