This is a song about "Relying on myself"

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

Plus bitch, i put myself on -reduction- mode

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Back on that night i cut myself and i bled.

But i raised myself on metal and slim, shit

I work hard for everything i get

Count on myself like a castaway

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Why do i inflict this pain on myself?

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Take me away on a journey to find myself