This is a song about "Made this myself"

Was gonna diss myself cause i hate this shit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Strive but still found myself in this prism

And if you pay for that yourself

Why do i inflict this pain on myself?

I would never do any of this if i could control myself/

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Got rap to myself, got this thing on pad lock/

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Of propaganda so i ready myself to pop this grammar,

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

This moment made my dreams slowly sorrow