This is a song about "I do it my sself"

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Goddam, i forgot my vitamins, do you know what time it is?

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

I hold it like i do a page to scribble in my home,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Even get it but forget it i do this shit for college credit and when i get my

Yea, see what i can do when i put my mind to it/

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Ill do what it takes, i got my ammunition, on my own, fuck permission,

I seen great do it, i seen randy do it,

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Why did i do it i dont know my stomachs churning.