This is a song about "Doing it by ur self"

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Don't give a fuck to what ppl say do it for ur self for ur ppl kill it

Dumb girls doing it, and my shoe again,

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Doing it like a classic dre's chronic

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Ur body lookin when i walk by

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Or maybe before ur name,mc been replaced by late,

It say it either or im doing me

Trying to catch me riding dirty

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Torrential rains of syllable bane riddle ur brain n' whittles it//

Fame made me self-absorbed mesmerized by the gold i wore

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door