This is a song about "How i am"

Look in my face see how broken i am

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

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

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

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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

Alcatraz was purchased by a white man

Nobody knows how alone i really am

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

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

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

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