This is a song about "How gorgeous i am"

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Look in my face see how broken i am

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

Notice how sick i am, don't steal my shit or get it quoted/

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

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

Now everybody put your hands up high

For how smart i really am

Self made self paid man

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

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

Tyler the creator invented some new shit