This is a song about "How quier i am"

Look in my face see how broken i am

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

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

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

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

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

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Nobody knows how alone i really am

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

Love our conversation but it’s late right now

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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