This is a song about "Itself"

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

And say that it's foolish, that "truth" is ignorant in itself,

We needin' a change, the drama remains the samei spend my whole life, fightin' myself

Breaking into nothing with just a little bash, the hammer is love and my heart is itself,

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

In itself it brought wealth through crime and tough living

It's a threat in itself

Sweet, okay makes sense

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

And the rhythm itself just keeps getting slower and slower.

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Therein lies the defect of revenge: it's all in the anticipation; the thing itself is a pain,

Monster or man the answer is in itself,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

I say that the pool is closed