This is a song about "How pretty i am"

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Look in my face see how broken i am

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

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