This is a song about "How popular i am"

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Now how am i supposed to repent when evil is what i represent

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

She was popular, but i was shy and meek. a boy viewed as weak.

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots