This is a song about "My life in my own word"

Introspective, always in my own mind,

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Ma want me to go find a wife

I've never smoked in my life

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play

Then some lady named billie holiday

Sky high, iced out paradise

I need you in my life

I will strum every word in my head

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

She prayed on me passing that bar

In my own avatar

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

Sacrifice life in a pool of blood of my own stew,