This is a song about "How sexy i 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

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

Look in my face see how broken i am

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

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

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

Life's about decisions man

For how smart i really am

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again