This is a song about "Arguing with myself"

Just with myself i thought of making art i'd be a painter,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Im on tha way

Arguing everyday,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

I told myself i'd live with no regrets even if my life comes to a sudden death.

Even if they pursuit us, they cannot permute us,shoot us or uproot us

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Fuck you, bitch, imagine me bitch, i had feed myself with tree mosses

Then got myself high with

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Long days but longer nights, always arguing about nothing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Maybe with this mindset i've already fucked myself

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends