This is a song about "I am my own consultor"

I am known for my mystery

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

I make my own music, i even produce

Lost soul, here i leave you, now i'm going on my own,

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Cause i’m back on my grind

My own soul i can't find

Look it something they can't ever see

And what's funny i am my own mystery

Because the fact is, i have my own life, and my own problems,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

I am my own father, i am my own brother,

I vote for my own submission,

I know that love it could begin