This is a song about "Know myself"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But i know that me's the shit and myself and i are agreeing

We can never be friends

I'm a mob by myself/

I lost hope almost roped myself

Wish i could shed all these tears

Roll up niggas be like sex

Im all about myself

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

I know i can't kill myself so i run and punch the shelf

She got grove st. on replay

Tell myself everyday

I need to fucking find myself,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'd fucking murder myself!

Sweet, okay makes sense