This is a song about "I am to pretty to be your sidchick"

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Here i am, no need to conceal your fear/

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Your telling me to stop because i am killing your brain

I just want to be next to you to see your smile

I never smiled as a juvenile

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

They say it's not normal for me to be rapping because i am white

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Offer ecstasy to pretty strangers next to me

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I got to be your baby

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

We might be back in this baby

I am who i deserve to be