This is a song about "Itself"

After lebron, i'm what's next

But watch it burn itself

So y'all niggas can fly

Let the grief itself die.

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I live my life in tha fast lane

My name itself got you goin’ insane

Paintin' pictures, strictly business, it's an art in itself,

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

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

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

A light went aside from him and darkness allowed itself to manifest

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent