This is a song about "How great i am"

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

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,

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

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

After these, how can i hate that you're confused on who i am; when even more i

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america