This is a song about "Being myself"

Growing up by myself

I'm on deck i'm up next

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

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

Relying on myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

They asking me to be myself

But i remember to myself

Roll up niggas be like sex

Gimme a chance to pick myself

If you can't look up at yourself

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I lost hope almost roped myself

I got 20 thousand views of french itself