This is a song about "How popular i am"

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

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

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

Nobody knows how alone i really am

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die