This is a song about "And then i ask myself"

Because i torture and stick myself, with needles

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Then i told myself here is my chance

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

Leave these thoughts to me, myself and i

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Then ask a nigga for clarity

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Then in 6th period, everyday i would always ask him about her

I'ma crap until i'm dead, then shoot myself

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf