This is a song about "Allow to retroduce my self"

The knowledge of my self still

As i light one for ill will

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

But i think i'm going to fast for you, allow me to slow

Just allow it to rain

I'm going off the top of the brain

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

I'm so fly no one to bite on but my self

Self made from my skin to my shoes, size 18 so i know im in the view

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Please allow me to be your motherfucken guide

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Stab my self to death and end the suffering tonight