This is a song about "Being yourself"

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Your better off shootin yourself

Told to just be yourself

Sweet, okay makes sense

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Wish i could shed all these tears

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Tell ya what bitch write lines yourself

More money that mean less sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

And right now, you're chillin, mind on yourself.

"contemplate", i wrote about her

You call yourself the sinister,