This is a song about "How pretty is am"

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Everything thats green is pretty damn nifty

Guess how big my dick is

It's a beautiful bliss

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

For how smart i really am

Can you picture my specific plan

Must be something you want me to see

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Pretty mamacita is looking so fine,