This is a song about "How good i am"

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

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now

Fall on your head because women say i am good in bed

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

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?

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs,

Why am i not good enough

She can make a pimp fall in love