This is a song about "Loving yourself for who you are"

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Come correct with who you are inside

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Whenever im spittin people are like "oh my who do you write for"

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

You sell yourself for better jobs

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Girl listen when you ready for good loving, instead of hood fucking

Who are you to speak for him? his attorney!?

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see