This is a song about "How good am i"

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

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

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

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

Call me a clown but a week from now

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?