This is a song about "How sexy i am"

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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