This is a song about "Me me on the michrophone"

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Beasting see me, me, i'm the mc on some run-type shit

Cause everyone dreams of the millionaire's life

And that's me on the cover, that's me with the worst knife

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Scene set with me on the swing sets

I'm on a rocket flyin to the top strap on to me/

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

It's nothin' to me, nothin' to me, nothin' to me but smoke on the breeze

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Blood on the cross set me free

She smells the skunk on me

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Im on, im on tha way

You see me on the freeway