This is a song about "How pretty am i"

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

I know i'm runnin' through your head now

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Life isn't on my side, so tell me, how the fuck am i supposed to show pride.

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

Cause u know that this my jam

For how smart i really am

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

I work hard for everything i get

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men