This is a song about "Himself"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

So he told himself "fuck it i'll be different"

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself

And god himself, bringing in the love and taking away the hate

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Thinking of himself very lowly,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Made from god himself, but i still get digression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Now he's dangerous himself, you see that's a stupid cycle,

All our minds, yeah he calls himself stress ya know,

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow