This is a song about "How i am"

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

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

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

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

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

Life isn't on my side, so tell me, how the fuck am i supposed to show pride.

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick