This is a song about "Second guess"

I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Find em in second, guess who's in first bitch

Double m self made we forever rich

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

And dying every second im living

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Second peter one three

Trust my gut with no time to second guess

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

But she's not alonemiss independent