This is a song about "How good am i"

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

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

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

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Why am i not good enough

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

A parakeet resembles just how high i am