This is a song about "Forced your self"

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

If you wanna battle you can kiss good bye to your self esteem

Broken hearts, cry yourself to self to sleep, really nigga llive your life

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Don't do what your forced to do, do what makes you happy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half

And keep for your self your comment

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Battling you is the easiest thing next to your self-inflicted defamation

Leaving behind the cold past in a fast dash cause of what these fuckers been

On my big dick shit with intercourse that's forced,

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord