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

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

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Im not sure who i am , who do i aspire to be?

Offer ecstasy to pretty strangers next to me

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I love to see a pretty girl making ugly faces

But without her what am i really here to be. x2

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Just who am i to be living life so good?

This information is vital, look

I am everything i want to be so feel my wrath

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Hey at least i am a beast i'm feasting on your defeat, do i need to repeat i am

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