This is a song about "Being your self"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Shoot your self-esteem, put you on the spot

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

The reason being your jealous this is your punishment,

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Your self encouragement or effort but relax and keep calm

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

But in reality your just being used.

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

But i should really stop worrying about your well being

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing