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

I could handle this on my own

And don't you bring your camera phone

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Instead i kill shit my own way, critically,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I am known for my mystery

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I write my own lyrics and i make my own beats

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Sing my song, i drink alone cus i'm my own

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

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