This is a song about "Cutting my self"

The knowledge of my self still

For real, a nigga ill

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Gotta believe in my self you cant need a team

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Nah no kid can destroy my self esteem

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Judging on my past self/ shows the little do they know

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Instead of cutting my heart in half, you cut it in thirds,

See my self on the tv screen/

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Giving no apologies about my self centered ideologies,