This is a song about "Full of urself"

A working genius, a work of art

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Look inside my closet

Everything is just full of shit.

I'm a baller, literally

Full of myself, but still hungry

It's a career choice full of strife

Bars change a nigga life

Boot full of the ounces

Mm got the masses