This is a song about "Relying on myself"

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

But now i see myself on stage,spitting like its fire leaving the mic in flames

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You hate on me so i defend myself which translates into me strangling you

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

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Then ask me for a hand out now these niggas relying on me

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (bang!)

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

Now ill rip myself on these beats

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks