This is a song about "Im about to kill my self"

Im on the brink to self destruct

Bitches is artificially duck

Me and my microphone could be one

He tried to kill my cousin

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

To rapping about, what im about

Started caring about my self than my rapping career

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Self made from my skin to my shoes, size 18 so i know im in the view

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Flow on my wavelength catch what im about