This is a song about "How i am blessed"

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

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Fuck it tho i know im blessed

Hold my tears i tried my best

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

I always tell them i am not talented, but truly blessed.

It's clear to me now, but i am not sure how

Call me a clown but a week from now