This is a song about "Being tempted to cut myself"

I need to fucking find myself,

I can taste the salt from my tears

But i remember to myself

After lebron, i'm what's next

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Know to cut the whore shit, easy

Nothing for me to cut them bitches loose/

One time for the girls with the right shoes

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

Your whores tempted to ask for more

But when i hear the beat i'm tempted to make another attempt at it...

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Because i needed to cut that decadence.

Being in 2 places and to pull myself together quick!

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric