This is a song about "Forced your self"

Shoot your self-esteem, put you on the spot

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Them all you led your self to that point so unknown u just private

They bringing me fish and chips

Forced down in academics,

Or i'll be forced to cleave your tendons

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

So it's nothing to finish

Because if you hurt your self like this

You did this to your self, don't blame me

So high i’m on the ceiling baby