This is a song about "How popular i am"

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure

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/

Is it another man? just let me know now

It's clear to me now, but i am not sure how

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Big shit popping, i'm the man

For how smart i really am