This is a song about "How i am"

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

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

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

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

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

But call me uncle, yeah uncle cam

Look in my face see how broken i am

Now how am i supposed to repent when evil is what i represent

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent