This is a song about "I am tamara"

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

As i light one for ill will

I am supernatural

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Cancer wasn't the plan, i am who i am, dammed,

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Nobody knows how alone i really am

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

Rap influences me to become who i am

Am i crazy? or am i just being a baby,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see