This is a song about "Being me"

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Believe me i want to achieve it all by being me

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Being used to me was like a fashion trait or being killed inside like the assassin snake

Just for me being weird in the past/

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

But you still give me shit for being so depressed,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

If you're such a powerful being lord, then answer me why.

Nothins stopping me from being rich

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic