This is a song about "Ego killer"

Keep the blunt held high just like your fuckin ego

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Critics’ drool a miniscule growth in his ego

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

They're noisy they just strain me and my ego

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

My ego is shattered, my heart is captured.

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

But now its gone too far fame brought too much ego

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

I'mma make it rain trick

Yeah my ego aint that big,

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror