This is a song about "Pretty flacko"

Too bad i'm pretty great,

Guess i'm self made

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

I was pretty nervous and sort of embarrassed

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

But now it's more declare

So pretty much are you still their

So i eye a thick pretty waist

But they sold jello in the paint

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

But pretty soon they'll understand

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

A working genius, a work of art

Ive got it pretty hard