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

So i done do that, and i ask you guess what?

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

And i promised to myself,they must die

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

And so be it, if i have to, then i'll make myself a lone star,

Possessed, i kill everyone, and started killing myself

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Because i torture and stick myself, with needles

I always ask myself do i honestly serve a purpose,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Just so i don't ever need to say "i need a hit" then i got myself caught up