This is a song about "How i great i am"

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Nobody knows how alone i really am

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

"if i do that, then how am i gonna blow bitch?

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

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

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