This is a song about "Self possession"

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

So much money lookin like its the lotto that hit me, so far i have 2 million in my possession,

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Only content when no one else is present, staring at resin the last in his possession

Some thing i keep to my self

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

Or those those confessin' for weapon possession

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

My weeds first in possession, and ima rip a beat like excision,

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million