This is a song about "How gorgeous i am"

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

I tell you you're miraculous/more gorgeous than an actress

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops