This is a song about "Been killing myself"

Dream chasing,been acing spitting and killing right every beat that am on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I am not myself, haven't been for so long

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Ow god the supspense has been killing me,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Cause i'm doing great, by myself,

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Gimme a chance to pick myself

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Snooping around and killing

Relying on myself

I'm on deck i'm up next