This is a song about "Its how i am"

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

It's clear to me now, but i am not sure how

The money ain't running, it's standing still now

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

For how smart i really am

Still the man with the pan