This is a song about "Loving yourself"

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Loving you is my pleasure

You're just hand clapping for yourself

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Your better off shootin yourself

Like when you shot yourself

Cause i can't seem to see myself

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

We can never be friends

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something