This is a song about "Made this myself"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I don't have a name cause i've made nothin of myself yet

I don't need the bell i'll dig myself out from this grave

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

My rhymes are my munition, i made myself as there ambition

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

I made all this shit up

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

I can't explain myself anymore, this is outrageous, this,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I just thought to myself how could i let this happen,

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

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop