This is a song about "Being self conscious"

The knowledge of my self still

As i light one for ill will

Conscious shit its the antidote, herbal shit that artichoke,

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

The underground conscious scene began, you can't doubt it,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Relying only on self

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Respect my conglomerate, 'cuz it's obvious that the conscious,

Came a blitz on my anatomy and conscious

Now momma told me be careful who you love

High of oxy im hardly conscious

The way she walks and causes a fuss