This is a song about "How sexy i am"

I'll leave a z on your bottom right after i poke you~sexy zee,

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

So if i talk down to a man

Look in my face see how broken i am

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

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

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

But i aint got to be like "ay how sick am i?"

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

And these artists don't need me they already rich

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

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

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