This is a song about "Self maker"

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Time to redeem, regain some self esteem

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Self designated wicked critical closer

Im a king no crown,bada bing but no sound,adlibs with no pro nouns,

Though. i got that liquid courage and aspiration, take your girl maker her bounce

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Call yourself a self made millionaire

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I shut em down, you fuck around, meet ya maker

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

That can't take an undertaker, feelin to make me meet my maker

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Maker,ill try to be real with my rhymes o avoid being a faker,

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her