This is a song about "How old am i"

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Look it something they can't ever see

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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