This is a song about "M y self"

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

Yeah, since i was a knee high

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Y you bitches think im playing,

But y can't you fucking see

Took my heart away from money

Listen to every word that i slur

I"m the designated driver