This is a song about "How in love i am"

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

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

I am caught in the middle

Baby girl my stroke official

Though i love how you do

And word i blew off herb i grew

The race war, when it's us against all of them

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

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

But how long am i supposed to keep it?