This is a song about "Being true to yourself"

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Trying to forgive yourself, so hysterical

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

She never ready to go so she forever come

Witness to some shit that you shouldn't see whisper to yourself

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

But being blatant bigots? calling that same reason true?

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

Hi my name is chris, welcome to my world, go fuck yourself.

Eyes and pupils dot the i's so crucial true to being frugal loose as loopholes

I wonder why my serious music is truly never played at shows,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You tend to repeat yourself like history