This is a song about "Relying on myself"

And that's why i won't trip, 'cause i'm relying on my wings

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

Cause i'm not about to sell me soul to live life moving like license plates

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

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

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Plus bitch, i put myself on -reduction- mode

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat

Myself, on the correct level and the right shelf

So, just tell me something about yourself

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I am on my site with loyalty. they say cause i call myself king i like royalty.