This is a song about "Self change"

Now everyone finds the change

When i pull up in that candy range

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

It's time for a change, but not this change,

Some thing i keep to my self

Sweet, okay makes sense

With foreign names, valet the range

But im never gona change

Rapping is self medicating

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Said her hearts, in a cage

The man who wanted to change

That's aids to the ill

The knowledge of my self still