This is a song about "How ill i am"

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Yea say that i am whack cause i really don't mind ill be getting busy ragging your

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

So i gotta break some records, so ill know how needles feels

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

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