This is a song about "Relying on myself"

Full of myself, but staying on my own shelf

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Relying on myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

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

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Now ill rip myself on these beats

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

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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