This is a song about "How great i am"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

I am not a terror is but i know how to write this horror

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

I found a formula that's great

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?

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

Every day was a saturday, shit