This is a song about "Just doing me"

God, i'm just doing my best

Half your body laying on my chest

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

I'm doing this for me, so fuck the world

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I just realized all i was doing was running along the shore!

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

I'm just doing my thing, trying to think of the perfect rhyme/

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

So i ain’t doing shit, i’m just slowly flipping a page,

I'mma just keep on doing me, because that's always what i did

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

I just stay doing what i shouldn't acting like i should

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook