This is a song about "Loos your self"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Self call it heroism

Because if you hurt your self like this

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Call yourself a self made millionaire

We both grown and i dont care

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Them all you led your self to that point so unknown u just private

Battling you is the easiest thing next to your self-inflicted defamation

Leaving behind the cold past in a fast dash cause of what these fuckers been

And keep for your self your comment

Hold my tears i tried my best

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice