This is a song about "How good i am"

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

For how smart i really am

So part of the plan

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

Now how am i supposed to repent when evil is what i represent

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Look in my face see how broken i am

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

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

A parakeet resembles just how high i am