This is a song about "How popular i am"

Well goddamn, now i be the man

For how smart i really am

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

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

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

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

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,

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

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

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king