This is a song about "My philosophy"

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

But this ain't no philosophy so don't worry about the jets

I am nothing because of the general philosophy of people trying to bring me down.i am

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

But philosophy possibly, when you look it dead in its eye,

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The game is fucked, i'd hate to bust it up but that's philosophy,