This is a song about "How sexy i am"

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Notice how sick i am, don't steal my shit or get it quoted/

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

Nobody knows how alone i really am

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

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