This is a song about "How great i am"

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

I don't mind if you niggas hate

I found a formula that's great

Look in my face see how broken i am

But call me uncle, yeah uncle cam

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

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

For how smart i really am

This should be illegal man

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,